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.