Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

Half of our family saw a Monet show yesterday, and that was an achievement, since it was the half with two toddler boys.  The older was, of course, more engaged, but even the younger sat on a bench with me and contemplated various paintings, and picked out one with purples for his favorite.  I bought them both postcards of the paintings they most liked, and their parents bought books for them.  Lunch was the most tricky, as the younger one lost it and I swiftly swept him outside to the sculpture garden where he busied himself trying to climb sculptures, picking dandelions and running around.  Then the older and his dad joined us and we got the burst of energy out for a while, then were able to see the show with some dignity.  Luckily, there was a turtle island pond outside after, and we searched for the red eared turtle we'd seen before we went in, and the lily pad flowers were open to the sun and it was a natural reinforcement of the the paintings we'd just seen.  They may not remember the show, but every hit of beauty is a boon to the spirit.