Then, the day Kennedy was shot, there was my choir teacher, Mr.P., crying for a man he didn’t know, letting us go home, but I came back to hear him play a sad piano to what he thought was an empty room. And Grandma holding my little hands open on her basement steps, saying, “These are the oldest things you own.”
Or the changing faces I would wake to at the food of my bed while recovering from surgery. Or my father-in-law watering black walnuts six inches high that wouldn’t be fully grown for a hundred and fifty years. Or my oldest friend who always listens like a lake.
Though words can carry love, they often point to it. It is the picking up of something that has dropped, and the giving of space for someone to discover for themselves what it means to be human, and the forgiving of mistakes when we realize that we’e done.
“I highly recommend buying a physical copy of this book, “The Book of Awakening” by Mark Nepo. I’ve started everyday with this book, for the past 5 years after a friend gave me a copy.”-Asila
