"teaching him all of it--what to do and what not to do-- from walking to eating to pulling on the cat's tail. no small task. and i am ready."
how quickly i forget what he teaches me. the pure light which we all really desire to achieve is within him. it is within all of us, of course, but the jaded years of cynicism, the difficult lessons, the fear-- they take a toll.
he teaches me to throw my head against the back of the sofa, let out a laugh, smile until my face hurts, give a round of applause. are there any greater lessons to learn?
*a special thanks to karen maezen miller and her blog, cheerio road-- where would i be without you?
