It is the close of a good day. Morning at home quietly getting ready for guests. Cooking Milton's chicken and rice which was DELICIOUS! Lunch with three wonderful children and their lovely parents. Youngest child found my kitchen stool and said "This is a stool." After sitting on it and trying it out said "It's like a pineapple." "Why?" the adults asked. "Because it is" he replied. We obviously just didn't get it.
I do love that amazing ability of children to make connections. A capacity we lose early I suspect. Yet it is so easy for adults to make wrong connections. An innocent word can be interpreted as a deliberate insult and relationships marred. A look or a glance imbued with unintended meaning. Irritation when those closest relax and act naturally rather than the way expected.
Tonight I connected for the first time in their own home with two more parents raising wonderful small children. Over a glass of lemon squash I learned of the challenges and joys they live with. A real privilege for me. And I got to see the dad's Star Wars ROOM - full of collectibles from the first movie to the present.
Drove home down Marsden Rd and was yet again struck by the lights spreading out into the distance as I came over the brow of the hill.
I'll go to sleep feeling blessed by the many connections that link us and our ideas and somewhere in there we link to the one in whom we live and move and have our being, So be it.
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