I am grateful that I’ve always understood…
how my children are watching me…
which has always helped me to become
the kind of person I want them to see.
I am grateful that I’ve always understood…
how my children are watching me…
which has always helped me to become
the kind of person I want them to see.
May we all be blessed to remember:
raising children is akin to planting trees.
With much depending our our patience,
our love
and our humility…
Because as we give them our time
nurturing them
offering them our love
our food
our water…
our sun…
It is only years later
as we sit under their shade
when we realize
what a good job we have done
When your first child is born…when you see your baby’s face
in that instant for that child all your love is placed.
And you think you have no more love to give
but you find out you are wrong…
when in the evolution of your family
your second child comes along.
When you first look at your new baby’s face
you realize something you didn’t think could be true…
that somewhere from within your heart…
you now have love enough for two.
And you know looking at your two children
for as long as you will live…
between them you will divided all the love you have to give.
But once again you realize your mathematics is all wrong…
as your family keeps growing and your third child comes along.
Because when your second child was added…you were, at first, misguided
to think the love you had within your heart…needed to be divided.
Then once your third child joined your family
you understood how baby math is applied.
that your love never needs to be be divided…
because it’s multiplied.
And though you’re not sure where it came from
somewhere deep within your heart you found
with each succeeding child
you have more than enough love to go around.
It’s true you’ll never quite know how it works
but you’re glad you’ve been shown this path…
that through the miracle of childbirth
you’ve learned the rules of baby math.
I am grateful for Native Nations taught us about nature…
How nature opens up our hearts…our souls…our eyes…
How when we are one with nature
we see only one one life
one world
one sky
I wish we all were blessed to spend more time in nature…
perhaps it’s the best way to make a country great…
for I believe if we spent more time in nature…
we’d have less time to hate.
Because the more time spent enjoying what’s on this Earth
and all the things above it…
It is inevitable…nature will seduce you
and you will learn to love it.
And when you begin to love nature…
you’re more accepting…more inclined to share
and your eyes and heart will open up
until you see beauty everywhere.
We like to take our walks early…at least we always try…
so we can be there when the sun begins to paint the morning sky.
It’s a beautiful time of day…if we’re lucky there’s a morning breeze
and as the sun begins shed her light…we say good morning to the trees.
And to the birds who sing their morning song to welcome in the day
to the flowers with their early blooms…to the rabbits who nod then silently hop away.
When we get to the water’s edge…to the pelicans we wave hi
and if we’re lucky we will greet the dolphins as they go floating by.
The other morning as we watched the sun paint the sky
in yellow, oranges, purples and pinks.
changing the colors of the clouds as fast as we could blink…
I got to wondering if the birds who fly much closer to the colors painted in the sky
ever stop to enjoy the sunrise as much as Deborah and I.
I wondered if trees we pass each have eyes
and if so do they enjoy all the colors painted on the sky?
Do the dolphins notice the sunrise….recognize how beautiful the sky can be
when they come up to catch their breath…as the float under the sea.
Does the ocean enjoy the sunrise…does it ever think…how sweet
that all those painted colors begin where the sky and my waters meet?
And finally as the sun is busy painting the morning sky…does it stop…once in a while…
to check it’s reflection mirrored on the ocean……and give itself a smile.
Of course until we can converse with nature…we may never know
If they enjoy the sunrise…the wind, the rain, the snow…
But I believe in miracles…I’ve witnessed one or two…
and until nature tells me different…I like to think they do.
I am grateful that even though I only speak one language
meaning my multilingualism is weak….
when I encounter so may examples of love in nature
and all over the world…
one language is all I need to speak