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I woke up this morning to the miracle of birth. I spent a couple of hours with the new mom and dad. And the sweetest newborn named Victoria Julie Cass-Boydston. (I'm actually not sure if she has the whole last name.)
In that time, I was completely present to love. And everything that is possible when love is the background conversation in human interactions.
As the day progressed, I became more and more sad. Nothing to do with the people I was with for part of the afternoon. Just sad.
Why? Drama.
Sometimes I am such the boy. :) I want to fix everything for people. I want to kiss the boo-boo and make it all better. I know I can't, but that doesn't stop me from wanting to.
Sigh.
Water is wet, rocks are hard. Wishing doesn't change it. Really.
Love.
In that time, I was completely present to love. And everything that is possible when love is the background conversation in human interactions.
As the day progressed, I became more and more sad. Nothing to do with the people I was with for part of the afternoon. Just sad.
Why? Drama.
Sometimes I am such the boy. :) I want to fix everything for people. I want to kiss the boo-boo and make it all better. I know I can't, but that doesn't stop me from wanting to.
Sigh.
Water is wet, rocks are hard. Wishing doesn't change it. Really.
Love.