Poet David Whyte wrote, “remember how as a child your arms could rise and your palms turn out to bless the world?”
Two year old Skylar is helping me remember as he delights in the dancing shadows that the tree branches and afternoon sun creates on his bedroom wall, as we gather smooth rocks, each one a treasure, and then solemly let them go, watching them tumble over the dam, the force of the water misting our face if we lean close enough over the edge. I am reminded as we huddle in a blanket on the porch swing, shivering at the sound of the thunder, and gasping as the lightening flashes against the darkening sky. I am reminded as we roll down the hill and rest at the bottom, gazing up together at the clouds, his little hand in mine. He has gathered up for me so much that I had allowed to scatter that my arms rise up and palms turn outward now to bless the world over and over again.
Blessing the World
May 12, 2009 by tammiefowles
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