Wednesday, April 21, 2010

My dearest God,

As I sat painting my granddaughter's bedroom, my five year old red-headed granddaughter asked me a question. "Grandma, why do people cry?" "Well," I said, "sometimes they cry because they are sad and sometimes because they are happy." "Right," she responded, sometimes people see something very beautiful and they cry."

Stella is so right. Sometimes people do see something very beautiful and they are stirred to tears. I think Stella takes after you, dear God. She has a special regard for people, animals, flowers and tadpoles.

Today she was looking into my contemplative garden pond and she told me she saw fish swimming. I knew there were no fish, first, because we have had no rain and the pond is way down. Secondly, all my fish died a couple of years ago during a blizzard that covered the pond. But she was insistent so I stepped over to the pond. Sure enough there were wiggling things in the pond scum. Tadpoles, hundreds of tadpoles. Stella was enamored with these tiny creatures. To her they were beautiful. We didn't collapse into tears over their beauty but clearly, she loved the little critters and wanted to take care of them.

Oh, to be like little Stella with a great sense of beauty. Oh, to be like a child who sees things through your eyes and is called to action!

Thank you
for Stella
and for tadpoles.
Thank you
for the wonder
of life.
Thank you
for beauty
that comes
in all
sizes and shapes.
Thank you
for great displays
of the sacred
and divine.

Love, Andrea