For the raindrop, joy is in entering the river---
Unbearable pain becomes its own cure.

Travel far enough into sorrow, tears turn to sighing;
In this way we learn how water can die into air.

When, after heavy rain, the stormclouds disperse,
Is it not that they've wept themselves clear to the end?

If you want to know the miracle, how wind can polish a mirror,
Look:the shining glass grows green in spring.

It's the rose's unfolding, that creates the desire to see---
In every color and circumstance, may the eyes be open for what
comes.          Ghalib (1797-1869)

As I learn from the children in my life. The gift I see is them being the raindrop, moving through the tears, embracing the miracle and living in the moment.

 Thank you for showing me the joy of living and feeling. I want to remember how easily I once also responded to life in that manner. Don't give up on me when I get stuck in my mind and the business of my "important" life and forget who I truly am!! Remind me gently to smile and breathe, sometimes I miss the sweetness of the simplicity of jumping, laughing and stomping in mud puddles.

Blessings,

Bobbe