gravity, the weak force
sometimes when putting my first son to bed, i'd talk him thru a deep relax, much as my father had done, somehow being a really cool and enlightened thing to do, that is, for my father, as he had the whole idea quite well in mind, the relaxing of the face, the eyes, the muscles, one limb and area at a time, and only later i came to realize how beautiful my father's enlightenment was, as he was unaware of it, maybe the best type of all.
when talking relaxation to my number one son, i'd get to a point where i'd mention for him to relax into the pillow, into the bed, as the gravity was holding him, he didn't have to do anything, just let go of every muscle, and feel each breath's exhale allow him to sink a little deeper, and it was, as if, he were resting in God's hand, an extension of the entire universe completely centered around him, for him to sink into, and since we always viewed the creator to be the universe itself, then the creator was right here, and we just had to let go and let the gravity hold us while we drifted to sleep.
the number one son is now big enough it's almost time to not pick him up anymore, almost time for him to probably not ask anymore, as it's only when no one is looking that he does it any at all, and only when his heart is so open, he wants to be taken away from the gravity and have his papa hold him, so he can relax with the feeling of safety and protection and embrace, maybe even more real than the creator/bed/gravity/hand, but no less real, as papa is part of the creator too.
my great general practitioner once told me the one thing he wishes he'd done with his children: to hold them as long as they wished to be held, as now they were grown and of course wouldn't ask for this anymore, and he recalled he'd set them off his lap after a while, but not as long as they'd've stayed on their own. i heard his regret, then, always hold my children as long as they want, 'til they ask to get down, or climb off on their own...
just a little protection, to keep their feet off the ground for just awhile, something we all need from each other, or from the universe, or some collection of matter and energy, whatever your perspective.
when talking relaxation to my number one son, i'd get to a point where i'd mention for him to relax into the pillow, into the bed, as the gravity was holding him, he didn't have to do anything, just let go of every muscle, and feel each breath's exhale allow him to sink a little deeper, and it was, as if, he were resting in God's hand, an extension of the entire universe completely centered around him, for him to sink into, and since we always viewed the creator to be the universe itself, then the creator was right here, and we just had to let go and let the gravity hold us while we drifted to sleep.
the number one son is now big enough it's almost time to not pick him up anymore, almost time for him to probably not ask anymore, as it's only when no one is looking that he does it any at all, and only when his heart is so open, he wants to be taken away from the gravity and have his papa hold him, so he can relax with the feeling of safety and protection and embrace, maybe even more real than the creator/bed/gravity/hand, but no less real, as papa is part of the creator too.
my great general practitioner once told me the one thing he wishes he'd done with his children: to hold them as long as they wished to be held, as now they were grown and of course wouldn't ask for this anymore, and he recalled he'd set them off his lap after a while, but not as long as they'd've stayed on their own. i heard his regret, then, always hold my children as long as they want, 'til they ask to get down, or climb off on their own...
just a little protection, to keep their feet off the ground for just awhile, something we all need from each other, or from the universe, or some collection of matter and energy, whatever your perspective.
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