I am my grandfather’s granddaughter, although I didn’t know him. He believed in checks and balances, as do I.
My mother didn’t really know him, except that she wanted to entertain him her whole life when she was with him – because she so infrequently saw him.,,
…and following in the family footsteps of living life to “the mostest,’ in “a big way,”- knowing family, friends and strangers, paradoxically, almost from the same kind of a distance…
…far away, but close.
We’re all human beings, made up of our own individualities, formed from birth to death.
It’s not good to make assumptions about anyone. Especially ourselves.
We are all changing from moment to moment. We want to capture in words or images or music or actions, what applies to the moment, to what is real. When in true reality, we can’t begin to, without letting go – while at the same time, bringing back from the past, new conceptualizations of what has happened.
It’s such a short life, but with such mind-boggling possibilities. Our Universe dictates what narrow human thought cannot touch. And yet miracles happen and the enlightenment of living – with all and for all – somehow, can open a new horizon.
The concept of nothingness becomes everything-ness. Without judgment, life happens.
A three-year old and an eighty-year old, side-by-side, both learning from each other without judgment, with just wonder and appreciation for the reality of the moment, each in his and her own way.
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