I used to walk along a narrow road nearby my home to one of my property half a km away. If I walk alone I normally preoccupied with my destination. The other day I walk with my one-half year old girl through the same to the same destination. But for her it is totally a different walk, she stops when see a butterfly, sometimes she stop walking, turn around, sometimes she drifts off to the sidelines to touch the leaves of wild plants. She stop to stoop down to take a round stone on her way…she makes thrilling sounds sometimes….she is amused by her own shadows..listen the passer-byes sometimes fearfully .
In all , she listen , hear , touch, stop turning around, drift off, sit ..she does a lot of verbs all her way to the destination. I too do same verbs with her to enjoy her…
J ..yes I am doing a lot of verbs which I usually ignore when I walk alone…..yes i am a learning a wonderful attitude from my child J
How many verbs I miss doing every day. It is from my one-year-old child I learn that ‘God is not a god of large things’….he is also a “God of small things”
if I can find my balance in between the god of Small and large things ..Only then I can recapture that “missing verbs” in my life.
A man haunted by a hurting memory wanna die… he went to a lonely place and find a tree to hang himself to death , he passed by squirrels that running randomly around the tree…some birds stop singing and fly away when he start mounting upon the tree. He missed that last chance of goldy-signs of finding peace. He ignored these “god of small things”