Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

Today my fourteen month grandson played with a hose, a bucket and a watering can.  He was in a state of bliss.  Water and dirt, the two great fascinations of the toddler.  If I tried to give him the hose while it was turned off, he pointed at the faucet.  He could not be fooled.  The patio cement got well watered, but he had no real interest in the plants.  He went about his simple task over and over and over, stopping only to point up to the sky when a plane flew over.  He took two long naps, exhausted by his sacred water task.  I had only to watch and hope he didn't get too wet, which he didn't, as he is not old enough yet to want to soak himself.  The comfort of watching a child revel in the elements is infinite.  He knows to gravitate toward water, of which we are all composed and which represents life to all the earth.  He reminds me of what is important.