Tuesday, July 14, 2015

I painted my granddaughter's bedroom last night.  As I painted, I could hear everyone else in the house, the big guy, his daughter, her husband, my granddaughter.  I could hear voices, laughter, babbling.  I could hear a family.  It was lovely.  I'd forgotten how much I miss having my family around. 

My granddaughter has started nodding when she sees us.  She looks so dignified as she nods her head.  It seems as if she is saying Namaste.  I wonder if babies see the divine more clearly than we do.


  1. You know, I remember being very young and seeing auras. I didn't know what they were at the time or even that it was not normal. I also remember hearing things at night that I could only describe as angels. It wasn't the typical high pitched singing or anything like that. It was just conversation, like people talking in the next room. I was a terrified little girl but it did not scare me at all. I was curious but comforted.
    I think one only has to look into the face of a child to see their spirit is wide open. It is so beautiful.

  2. I think babies are more open to everything, since it's all new. They are little Buddhas.

  3. you write so well. so well.

    i hope your son gets past this part. he has a mother with a good head on her shoulders and plenty of hard earned love.