extra-ordinary experience I had on my trip a few days ago as I was travelling
from the Island to Vancouver by Greyhound bus.
eavesdropped in a conversation between a small girl and her young mother. The
child between four or five years old and the woman maybe in her later twenties
or early thirties, sitting a few rows behind me, carried on a conversation and
both their voices travelled easily.
ferry terminal and all the way into the city, the young mother pointed out all
kinds of interesting things to see from the bus’s the window. For instance,
how beautiful the red brick-work looked on an old building we passed and the
gorgeous flowers in a well-loved garden that brightened the yard of a
tumble-down older home.
and saw a huge, weirdly-shaped fig tree through her eyes that still had fruit hanging, a detail
I normally wouldn’t even have noticed. With the help of this smart and observant
woman both her daughter and I delighted in the sunflowers that grew taller than
the hedge in order to catch the rays of the sun. The darling tot would ask
questions in that delightful little-girl voice— like why were the flowers yellow.
It’s not something I’d ever wondered about before but I found myself waiting
with anticipation for her mother’s answer and I wasn’t disappointed. Without a moment’s
hesitation, she said, “They’re called Sunflowers. So therefore they have to be yellow,
happily and thinking… of course! And the
child laughed with glee and said. “Right!”
were entranced with each new feature of nature or beauty this woman noticed and
pointed out. I must admit to wearing a silly smile through this whole trip
where I enjoyed the running commentary.
hide my face and wipe my cheeks was when she told her baby, (I’m writing this verbatim since by this time I was making notes) “The world is so
beautiful. If you look close, you’ll see it everywhere. There’s bad—but the good
is so much bigger and better.”
but I couldn’t help but think of how fortunate that angel was to have such a
smart, giving and darling mom. She wasn’t spending her time with her cell phone as her
main focus. Not once did she stop interacting with her daughter. Opening her
own eyes, she saw the beauty in the world and shared it. What a fortunate
only did I eavesdrop, I also made notes. In my heart I knew one day
that child and her mother would appear in one of my books.
from personal experiences?
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