Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

In his dharma teaching this morning, Anam Thubten talked about witnessing our thoughts and emotions and learning to separate who we are from them.  When that window comes, usually very briefly, pure awareness enters in.  Two days ago was my father's birthday, and my older son sent me a text saying "Happy Birthday, Grandpa", which touched me.  I'd been unaware of the date.  Today, as I was meditating during Anam's talk, I opened my eyes and glanced over at my open door, and there, outside, hovering, was a small bird, not a hummingbird, but not moving, like one, and what arose was that it was my father.  Finally, my Dad had broken through my mess of thoughts.  My new baby grandson has a smile like my father's, as I noticed a week or two ago.  It's as if I am given these glimpses of someone I love so deeply and who is, to me, still alive in my life and always will be.  He's here, if only I pay attention.  What a wonder the world is!