So lovely to watch Charlie meeting my mum and my mum seeing
her first great grandson. He, a matter of months and she with eight decades under her belt. I know it is because I love them both that I find it all magical
on so many levels. A meeting of souls
that transverses age. Eye to eye, blood
of mine, the look that says hello and recognises the wonder of this
moment. In life we have so many
meetings, some great, a few sour, occasionally gut wrenching we often lose
count of faces and facts. There are those,
who in the words of a famous comedian, in hindsight one should have greeted
with
“I spurn you as I would a rabid dog!”
There are others that should have had us on our knees
pleading
“I am so grateful for the privilege of knowing you, of being
influenced for the better by you”
And others who fall in between, that one could have truly
said in that first meeting
“Hello, I’d like to thank you in advance for all the tests,
pain and agro you will bring into my life.
Because of it, I grew to know how much sweeter life can be when we learn
exactly how to cope with upnoxious, hurtful and disturbed individuals such as
yourself!”
That said no one can really know when we first meet anyone
what lies ahead. We cannot guess how
damaging or nourishing contact with them will bring us. We can only recognise that a life of
tranquil solitude will teach us little.
We will emerge from the drawer of life like a glove completely unused,
brand spanking new. It is in the
wearing and use, the engagement with other souls we truly learn the lessons of
life. We will be stretched beyond our
limits, pulled out of shape, moulded anew but we will be forced to adapt and
grow in that process.
We are changed by each other every single day. Those changes are even inherited by our
children and grandchildren[1]. These alterations in us are either enjoyed
or endured by all who meet us. So make
haste to transform and to be transformed.
Practice makes perfect.
