Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

Yesterday we took our grandson to the museum, but discovered it opened later than we had thought, so we wandered to the nearby lake and watched the coots and bufflehead ducks.  When you are with a young child, your view of the world gets very specific, and I was as engaged as he was with the diving and movement, the black and white duck that looked like it had a tuxedo on, and no it wasn't a penguin.  It was meditative.  At shoreline, there was a mess of litter, and the irony of a man-made lake from damming up an estuary, and the man-made trash uglying it up, was not lost on my husband and I.  But to our grandson, there was no judgement.  People were so friendly, as they strolled, ran or biked by us, maybe because of our grandson.  He, in turn, waved to all and said hi to some.  The world to him is utterly glorious, and ducks an amazing phenomenon.  And for a little while, we were in his world, and it was magical.  And for all we know, his world is the truer one.