Glimpsing Zen

Yup. Still there.

My son wanders in and over to the corner of my room, looks at the zen garden, makes an adjustment or two, comments, and walks away.

Curiosity piqued, I head over to see what it still there, and it is a reminder in the sand. Often I write there myself.

Today in the midst of uncertainty and unrest in my heart, I am grateful for a 10 year old’s writing in the sand. It says Give Thanks.

2 thoughts on “Glimpsing Zen

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Thanks for heart-composting with me! I appreciate your words.