My lovely wife was away for the weekend so I spent the entire weekend with my Son and relearned the wonder and majesty of creation.
We played in the yard and I saw the beauty of a dandelion, the delight in sending it's seeds soaring through the air with a puff of air. I rediscovered the joy of flying through the air on a swing and relishing in a push that both scares and delights.
As we walked around the town my son reached his hand out to hold mine. There is nothing that approaches the feeling of holding a loved ones hand. The security in it, the trust, the feeling that all is right with the world. My son looked up and said, "you like holding my hand Dad, don't you?" I replied, "Eli, I can think of nothing I'd rather be doing than holding your hand on this beautiful day."
I was recently reading a book on meditation and prayer and what became evident is that in meditative prayer the idea is to quiet the mind and get in touch with the holy spirit. What also has become evident to me is that my entire life can be treated as a meditation. Walking, weeding, doing the dishes, mowing the lawn and yes, holding someones hand. I relish being present in the moment. To set aside the worries, the need to be right, the need to dominate or avoid domination. I've spent an inordinate amount of time worrying, being afraid, fighting, being angry, being depressed and it all comes down to one thing; not being in the moment. When I'm present in the moment, that's all there is. If I'm talking to you, that's what I'm doing, If I'm breathing, I'm breathing. If I'm with my Son, I'm not thinking about work or that I should be mowing the lawn, I'm with my Son.
As we snuggled on the couch watching The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh, Eli looked up at me and said, "Dad, I love you." I said, "I love you to buddy." He went on saying, "Do you know why I love you?", "No Eli, why do you love me?" I replied.
he looked at me with and impish grin and said, "Because you let me have sugary things." I laughed, he laughed, and we snuggled down deeper in the couch enjoying our popsicles, and enjoying the ever present moment.