
We needed only get out of the way. I am grateful that even
then, at least I could feel the warm sun, hear the roar of the ocean, lean into
the wind and know those moments with mindfulness like a soul photograph filed
away so that I can gaze at the “album” now.
I feel the presence of my sons and know they are moving
through the universe a bit more sight full than did I. I have shown them the “album
of life”, time and again. I have sought to explain the scars and revealed my
heart to them in the hopes that maybe they could sometimes rest in truth.
Maybe they could pause to see the fabric of the universe and
know the thread that weaves it all is love. Maybe they can see that violence is
a poor tool that we use trying to repair our fear.
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