While the idols of the hour were blasting libraries to dust, we were driving home from practice with a snack and my daughter was saying, When I die, I would like to be a tree. Then my body will feed the other creatures, and the earth, and everything. Swallowing, I said great idea and we talked like that for the rest of the drive, growing limbs toward clouds, reaching for rain. And talk turned to the cat, Buzz, who was napping in the window when we got home, so we tapped it twice from outside to say hello and then laughed at the face she made back. We took a picture from outside the window and smiled to see her floating inside a reflection of the sky, clouds at her ears. I want Buzz to stay forever, too, my daughter said, and we thought maybe she could be a bird to keep napping on us and coming and going whenever she wants, and we went on like that for a little while more, wondering what we would remember together with our threaded roots and the chorus of the morning making nests in our new ancient flesh.
would that we all could be blessed with such conversations ….
Gasp. A peek inside your world. Honored.
Lol. Thank you, Jeff. I am honored by your notice! : )