Tenacious jewel of my heart, with which I never want to part.

I spent quite a bit of time last night starting a post that I didn't get to finish and forgot to save.  It had a lot to do with what I learned at Buddhist meditation last night.  Mostly about determination and patience and love, overall- as usual.  Yesterday was a very inspiring day, one of those- everything goes your way type of days.  Beautiful sun everywhere, 75 degree days.  We hung out in our friend's backyard and had a sweet old time eating ice cream and swinging and then my dear friend brought out her lifetime's collection of shells. Something about putting your ear up to a boney shell and hearing the breath of the ocean, that slows everything and everyone down.  Watching my children's small hands as they felt their way to choosing their own special shell to take home, felt somehow, like being home.

When we got back to our house, Joyboy nursed to sleep and inspired a 575:
Watching as you drift
to sleep.  Eyes, a fading star
as sun brings morning.

Later, when it worked out that a friend could take the kids (thanks J!) so I could make Buddhism (my J had a meet), I sat knowing that I am my best self/mother/wife/friend/human when I slow down to this pace of wonder.  When I listen to exactly what those around me need, all our needs are met. Met and connected and one, just as the ocean is

to the shells, are to the sand.

Hope all of you have a "wonder"ful weekend. 

Comments

[Deborah Kaiser]

the smoothness of a childs skin much like the surface of a shell tumbled in the sea from shore to shore, how many small hands from how long ago may have held the shell more importantly the memory.
The old soul in the shell of a child.