The other night I looked at my kids as I put them to bed. I really saw them. It was one of those moments, all too rare, where the din of thought quiets just enough for truth to present. As if cleaning a dirty window. I looked on my young daughter, tucked into her “cornucopia” (wrapped in a large blanket, tapered to a triangle at her feet, the opening a bouquet with all her stuffies arranged around her head).
A beautiful perspective. And thanks for sharing the quote from Stephen Jay Gould. One of my favorite author-thinkers.
Thanks Barbara! And, yes SJG was amazing.