Her first puddle "There's rain lying dead in a hole!"
She's only ever seen rain fall not trapped in a *** hole.
"Why doesn't it crawl out and fall up?"
Indeed? I see it happen in thought if not in deed.
I have to admit I'd never thought of it like...that?
Now she's all grown up and doesn't even remember it.
We meet a modern day puddle and she's puzzled...when I say:
"Why doesn't it crawl out and fall up?"
"Oh Da...!" she sighs "How do you ever think of such...things?"
Henri Nouwen once said:
"Our humanity comes to its fullest bloom in giving. We become beautiful people when we give whatever we can give: a smile, a handshake, a kiss, an embrace, a word of love, a present, a part of our life ... all of our life."
Or a way of seeing her world as only she could and letting you enter into her state of mind so that a mere puddle became a wondrous thing to behold....my child was always teaching me ways to see and to treat the world seriously as the sacred thing it is. She had love for everyone and everything....I did my best to learn from her....she was my mentor.