
Some of you may have heard about babies and small children who seem to "see" manifestations of the divine, spirit beings, something that we rational grounded adults can not see. I've read about this in more then one book. And then the other day I witnessed what seemed to be exactly this.
Sylvan and I were having one of our cherished afternoons together while Cliona was off at River Days, a nature emerson program held on the banks of the American River. We were paroling the sidewalk in front of our house, as we often do, when BOOM a skinned knee!! And this was the third time this particular knee has been hit, so the scab was busted open and blood was trailing down his little leg. It was hard to get over. A little first aid and a snack and we were still not quite right, so we headed for the back yard hammock. This is our new favorite spot (when it is not over 100 degrees). We snuggled up in the hammock for a nice cozy nurse. There was a gentle breeze washing over us and rustling the tree leaves overhead. The day was coming to a close and the sun was slanting in a magical afternoon way. It was really a lovely moment, the wind and the sun were dancing in the leaves. And then Sylvan lifted his arm and waved to the trees. He stopped nursing for a moment and pointed up to the trees. I looked, I saw beauty. There was an almost tangible sense of sunshine and energy. Then Sylvan waved again, he resumed nursing and waved another time. It was pure magic. He saw something, something he was compelled to acknowledge and befriend.


