Guest guest Posted August 20, 2003 Report Share Posted August 20, 2003 [This story is dedicated to David] 8/19/03 "Kitchen Talk" It's always in the kitchen where Dandelione and I have our best talks. We have logged in many a late-night hour sitting or standing or squatting across from one another on the hard, fake-wood floor. This morning while he was fixing his tea he invited me into an in-depth discussion about a dream he'd had. "I am actually more interested in where you are coming from right now than where you want to go with this," I told him. "See, if we sit here and analyze it, then all we'll end up with in the end is an analysis. So what?" Dandelione gave me a serious glance, nodded and said, "Yeah. I see what you mean." He gently tapped the strainer on the edge of his tea mug and then abruptly stopped. He looked over at me again and said softly, "I'm terrified!" I looked at him quizzically, cocked my head and asked, "You sure?" But before he had a chance to respond, our conversation got interrupted when Zack came waddling in on his brand new legs. He was carrying a car in one hand and a hairbrush in the other and was just *screaming* in his joy! We couldn't help but smile. After Zack disappeared around the corner, Dandelione and I picked up where we left off. We were marvelling at how much we tend to rely on our thinking for some sense of security, and how, since our thinking is all made-up, maybe there really *isn't* any security...but our conversation, which had certainly taken on a life of its own, got interrupted a second time when Zachary returned. Passing between us on his way through the kitchen this time, he was squealing and pushing a noisy, bright red train along the floor. When he'd gone by we eagerly resumed once again, about how, without relying on our thoughts, we can feel as if we are floating around with no solid ground beneath us...but we were already starting to chuckle when we heard Zacky coming back a third time. "Where's the terror now?" I asked, kiddingly. Dandelione couldn't find it, and meanwhile the baby was passing through, laughing wildly at the screeching sound that my plastic hairclip was making when he dragged it across the floor and along the walls. We got some mighty giggles, and I had tears in my eyes. There we were, talking about how wondrous life can be when we are really just *here,* undistracted in the present moment, when we were struck by the irony of Zacky's repeated, live illustrations of this in his innocent joy, smack in the middle of the conversation. When the show was over and our laughing had subsided, there truly was nothing else to say. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 20, 2003 Report Share Posted August 20, 2003 Oh Joy, my Love, you are a child's game. You are the wisdom of innocence . . . And the innocence of wisdom. Sometimes you walk . . . And sometimes you waddle . . . As you encircle our little human hearts . . . And remind us that you are the Fact of our fantasy. Love, David , "Kheyala" <kheyala@n...> wrote: > [This story is dedicated to David] > > 8/19/03 "Kitchen Talk" > > It's always in the kitchen where Dandelione and I have our best talks. We have logged in many a late-night hour sitting or standing or squatting across from one another on the hard, fake-wood floor. This morning while he was fixing his tea he invited me into an in- depth discussion about a dream he'd had. > > "I am actually more interested in where you are coming from right now than where you want to go with this," I told him. "See, if we sit here and analyze it, then all we'll end up with in the end is an analysis. So what?" Dandelione gave me a serious glance, nodded and said, "Yeah. I see what you mean." He gently tapped the strainer on the edge of his tea mug and then abruptly stopped. He looked over at me again and said softly, "I'm terrified!" > > I looked at him quizzically, cocked my head and asked, "You sure?" But before he had a chance to respond, our conversation got interrupted when Zack came waddling in on his brand new legs. He was carrying a car in one hand and a hairbrush in the other and was just *screaming* in his joy! We couldn't help but smile. After Zack disappeared around the corner, Dandelione and I picked up where we left off. > > We were marvelling at how much we tend to rely on our thinking for some sense of security, and how, since our thinking is all made-up, maybe there really *isn't* any security...but our conversation, which had certainly taken on a life of its own, got interrupted a second time when Zachary returned. Passing between us on his way through the kitchen this time, he was squealing and pushing a noisy, bright red train along the floor. > > When he'd gone by we eagerly resumed once again, about how, without relying on our thoughts, we can feel as if we are floating around with no solid ground beneath us...but we were already starting to chuckle when we heard Zacky coming back a third time. "Where's the terror now?" I asked, kiddingly. Dandelione couldn't find it, and meanwhile the baby was passing through, laughing wildly at the screeching sound that my plastic hairclip was making when he dragged it across the floor and along the walls. We got some mighty giggles, and I had tears in my eyes. > > There we were, talking about how wondrous life can be when we are really just *here,* undistracted in the present moment, when we were struck by the irony of Zacky's repeated, live illustrations of this in his innocent joy, smack in the middle of the conversation. When the show was over and our laughing had subsided, there truly was nothing else to say. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Recommended Posts
Join the conversation
You are posting as a guest. If you have an account, sign in now to post with your account.
Note: Your post will require moderator approval before it will be visible.