This morning, as I was preparing to leave for a day of writing at my favorite coffee spot in Pacific Beach, Lucas handed me a letter from his magnet board. It was the letter G.
"Put it in your pocket. It's a G for God."
I was touched and surprised. For all my spirituality, I don't really talk with Lucas specifically about God, other than the mention of God in the prayer of protection at bedtime. Lucas has taken to referring to the spirits he sees as "some God," but this is completely his own creation.
Who am I to refuse some God in my pocket as I head out for the day? I dropped the letter into my pocket.
His ears perked up as the plastic letter hit the crystal in my pocket.
"You have a crystal in there? I wanna see it! Can I hold it?"
I put the smooth, flat crystal in his hand. As he held it, I asked him what he felt.
"Some God," he replied.
He put it back in my pocket and started rifling through my other pocket, where I keep a tiny pouch of smaller crystals. Of course, he wanted to see those, too, so emptied the little pouch into his cupped hands. What treasure!
He wanted me to hold open the pouch so he could drop them in, one at a time. As he dropped each one, he said, "God, God, God, God, and … God. There!" He smiled as I put the "blessed" pouch back in my pocket.
Then he gave me the most beautiful, heart-centered hug and sent me on my way, feeling most definitely filled with some God, and indeed, very blessed.
5 comments:
Beautiful!
What a fun post to return too! And I love the panda one too - Zen Shorts and the sequel are favorites at our house. Look forward to catching up with you, and Lucas, and thank you for your wise comment on my own post. Namaste- Lisa
Thanks, Lisa! So nice to have you back!
Oh I loved reading this. I often wonder what we would feel if we weren't so impressed upon as children. Your story reminded me of a few years ago. Zeb has always been drawn to rocks and stones and crystals. One day (not long after we had taken him out of school - when he was in a very vulnerable and fearful place) we stumbled into a shop and he immediately latched onto a particular crystal. The woman there described its properties of protection and comfort and said how Gd had imparted all these beautiful things into it. He carried it with him for a very long time. Now it stays on his nightstand, mostly, but I occasional find it in the washer (meaning he had it in his pocket). It's so beautiful how kids are so connected to these things. :)
~Tara
Thanks for sharing your story about Zeb, Tara! What you wrote about wondering what we would feel if we weren't so influenced as children is something I constantly ponder. I hope as we all share these stories that honor our little ones and their sensitivities (instead of just saying, for example, "It's a rock, put it down.") we give more and more children the opportunity to feel something more than we were encouraged to feel.
I also believe we can get some of that back, as adults. (It's that diving into the depths that you wrote so beautifully about in your comment on Mon's blog.) So isn't that fun?!
Cheers!
Alexis
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