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The Face of Dreaming

This is the face of dreaming.  The running stops for just a moment while the mind takes off on a journey with a single drop of water. I wonder what he's thinking, what seed has just appeared and sprouted a tiny root.  I wonder what it is about that one little idea or dream that became more important than the game he'd just been leading.

I'm a dreamer too.  I imagine that the people who know and love me must wonder all those things about me and my moments of pause and discovery.

But, in that wondering about what my son is learning about his spirit or the world, there is no urgency, no deep curiosity that must be quenched now if not sooner.  There is just the mild curiosity that is really more like honoring the mystery of his own personal mind.  For some spirits, it is often those times spent in accidental meditation that are the most important.

And those of you who love us are appreciated and loved for understanding that those moments are more sacred than church, more important -- for just a few little breaths -- than continuing the ba-doompa doompa doompa rhythm of life.

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  1. LindaJune 7, 2010 at 6:25 PM

    Oh wow! I have so often seen that look on his mother's face! No spirit of urgency--a mild curiosity that honors the mystery of his or her own personal mind. Accidental meditation. I love it! I love being part of the badoompa doompa doompa rhythm of life. Your writing inspires me, Day. This is so so beautiful.

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