Friday, October 28, 2011


I read somewhere about a man and woman who went into their children's bedrooms at night and bowed, silently, to them. I thought of that last night when I tiptoed first into Sophie's room and saw her dark form curled away from me and then into the boys', their breathing full and loud, loudness stilled in sleep, finally. Still and silent, it felt natural to bow, deeply, at the waist, their breath mingling with the rest of the air in the room.

13 comments:

  1. this feels sacred.

    the deepest peace is watching them sleep peacefully. i will remember this, and maybe i'll bow too.

    love.

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  2. There is probably no greater peaceful feeling that we can have...

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  3. The Zen version of Munsch's Love You Forever.

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  4. Everywhere is holy ground if we are aware...

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  5. Beautiful, Elizabeth.
    Beautiful Elizabeth.

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  6. I miss watching my children sleep. I guess grandchildren one day.

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  7. okay.
    I have to stop 'catching up'.
    This did me in.

    love to you.

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