When we are children, every frozen river is a road to a magic place, we can create entire worlds out of nothing but some sticks, rocks and dirt, a little snow, a bit of light and our whole imagination. As an adult watching them, my first thought is “be careful!” and my second thought is the memory of exactly what that kind of fearlessness and possibility felt like.
I’m surprised to find you sleeping under my desk. I had been working and hadn’t noticed you there, either didn’t see you come in or had already forgotten it. I hear you sigh and shift before I see you. I am so happy that you are there, are still here, comfortably resting, but also sad that I hadn’t realized, been aware of you. This is how you are in my life, constant and present, even when I get too busy and don’t remember to notice, and this is how you will be, until the day when finally you are not.
Open Space Practice, (AKA: A Thousand Shades of Gray) 