A glorious autumn morning: blue skies, a kaleidoscope of
leaves, a sharp crispness in the air.
Time to draw breath, to inhale that clean air deep into my
lungs, turn my face to the warmish sun and … just stand.
There is a time for everything. Chaotic play, laughter and
fun need to segue into these times of quiet meditation.
Young life is exuberant, intense, and immediate. Full of joy
and laughter, and sometimes tears. These autumn years afford – even demand –
time to reflect on that exuberance, intensity, and immediacy. How precious it
is to mingle the generations. We all have much to share.
Vinyl records were a new phenomenon to a couple of my
grandkids this weekend. I explained the concept; showed them the fragility and
need for care when putting them on. They sat colouring, listening to the same
LPs we played our children forty years ago. I’m still smiling, remembering how we
all giggled when the laughing policeman laughed. Contagious laughter.
When they got home, I told them, they could instruct Alexa
to play the laughing policeman.
The delivery will be different, but the joy will be the
same. Memory made.
God bless the children, growing up in these days. Give them
wisdom and courage, faith and hope, and time and space to giggle and guffaw.
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