The Most Important Thing

When I was walking with Dan to school the other day, we were talking about him cycling home on his own and I said, “Be careful, keep looking around for cars and people – Observation – that’s the most important thing!”

Dan said, “No it’s not!” I said, “Yes it is – what’s more important than observation?”

He replied, “Love!”

Perfect

While staying with my family in the UK this summer, I was rather taken with this translation of the Upanishads by Shree Purohit Swami and W. B. Yeats which I found on my stepdad’s book shelf. Especially the first few lines:

That is perfect. This is perfect. Perfect comes from perfect. Take perfect from perfect, the remainder is perfect.

May peace and peace and peace be everywhere.

Sometimes I find it hard to see perfection in everything, but never hard to see in my son Dan!