Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

We're all waiting for a baby.  I feel the tug of being near.  I was thinking of going to meditation and dharma talk but couldn't bear the thought of being that far away if my daughter was beginning labor here.  I'm not saying I'm needed, they will do fine.  It's that my heart is tied to hers and the baby's right now.  I always feel that tie with my little grandson, and the pull can be so strong it hurts.  And I'll never forget leaving my granddaughter when they moved up north and just passing through the city on the freeway made me want to jump out of the car and rush to her doorstep.  My love is that deep and wide, and it expands with every grandchild.  I feel the absence as they are busy with their lives.  I'm connected even if they don't feel it.  In the old days Indians would tie their breast skin and hang from it.  It's that strong.  What strange and wonderful blessings these grandchildren bring us.  They teach us what is important and how to be silent in our need to be near them, for they have their lives to live and we are but a small part of it.  But they wake us up again to deep, connective love, and we feel the joy of it in every cell of our bodies.