Thursday, October 10, 2013

What does love mean

A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to 8 year-olds, "What does love mean?"
Source What does love mean?
"When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That's love."
Rebecca - age 8

"When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different.  You just know that your name is safe in their mouth."  Billy - age 4

"Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well."
Tommy - age 6
Last year we spent Xmas with my daughter, and my grandson, what I remember is spending a lot of time getting the right present. Time, care and love went into buying the gifts. On Xmas morning we watched as Ryder opened the present, watched the looks of adoration on the faces of the parents, then noted the surprise that moves across their faces that changes in the next moment to disappointment, finally, as the light dawns, to delight.

What did we see? We saw Ryder open the present, look at it briefly, discard it, and, then happily play with the box and wrappings for hours.

I love this story as do so many other parents and grandparents, because what we are seeing is the childs love of the ordinary everday life and small miracles and how that can steal your heart. 

Now, what ordinary miracles do I see at home?  Home too is paradise if I would but look.  This trip I was bowled overby how beautiful Vancouver is.  Everywhere I look, I see the Divine.

What is sacred and magic about the ordinary in your life? Find it.  I promise you its there.

Exercise:  Go outside for 10 minutes, look with your artist's eye, and find three things that knock your socks off.  That make you say, "Oh, wow!"  Get back into the dreams and the wonder you had for life when you were a child and carry that into your retirement goals, dreams and actions.

If we had a keen vision and feeling of all ordinary human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow and the squirrel's heart beat, and we should die of that roar which lies on the other side of silence. As it is, the best of us walk about well wadded with stupidity. - George Eliot 

Simplicity, simplicity, simplicity! I say, let your affairs be as two or three, and not a hundred or a thousand; instead of a million count half a dozen, and keep your accounts on your thumb-nail. - Our old friend, Henry David Thoreau

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