I woke up to this scene this morning, my little one had crawled into bed and was quietly breathing next their sleeping father. They looked like they were flowing together, snoozing away. It was a happy, peaceful scene.
As I watched them I thought of how we pass on some of ourselves, in various guises, onto our children. It lead me to think about how we grow, flower, bloom, fruit and then eventually wither like every other life form. This endless cycle is as sure as the tide: ebbing from the shore to the massive swell, eventually coming back to land, different.
We tend to focus on our own singular existence, but we are just a wave if the sea. What if we could reposition our perspective, our sense of self, to this larger, shifting, continuous and collective existence? How we might live differently?
meandertect 