It has
become something of a spontaneous custom in our family to have a
short de-brief after a particular experience. Phoebe is often the
initiator of these. At eight she takes on a family facilitator role
with proficiency. "So how did that make you feel?", she
might ask. Often
her brief is, "What was the best part of your...?" and
sometimes it includes, "What was the worst part?" We take
time to go around listening to each one's input, and Phoebe ensures
that each of us is fairly heard. On this occasion, around our large
kitchen table with its exquisite cypress grain, we each have two
turns, a chance to name the two best things from our weekend in the
mountains.
A collection of sporadic reflections on little journeys through life. About land and love, about mountains, mid-life and meaning, about relationship and rocks, about the science and poetry of parenthood. At its best it is a look below surface, a passionate engagement with beauty, and an on-going attempt to discover what is important.
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It is my hope that putting this voice out into our world has value, not only for me, but for others, as well. I admit to sometimes entertaining dreams of it going viral, of infecting the world with my vision. But most of the time I am content to be motivated by Gandhi's assertion: whatever you do will be insignificant, but it is very important that you do it.