I keep a number of writings from my daughters very near me. I read them when I need some inspiration. My daughter Chandrika wrote this nine years ago when she was 11. She has always had a Little Buddha aspect, and here it is in full flower:
In and out to the path to the joyful paradise. Where are we going say the birds? Down to the joyful paradise where trees dance and where the grass sings. Where the beautiful sun shines on the land and the moon puts everyone to beautiful sleep. Let’s go, let’s go say the birds. We want to go out to the joyful paradise. Run, run, dance, dance so we can get there fast faster, faster. Let’s go! Oh great we are there!
How lovely how lovely. I read this as I sit with my brother who is dozing. He’s comfortable but this morning’s news is not good since a scan showed metastases in his brain and some bleeding.
I read about the birds and tears come to my eyes. That is okay.
I am staying in the moment. Fred is resting and dozing. I am here, planting kisses on his smooth bald head and taking his warm gentle hand. These words of Chandrika are a lovely comfort to me.
xo