Refuge of the Complex

 Lately I couldn't stop the many chatters inside my head. I had been very busy moving around too much, turning like a hurricane, always trying to outrun something. What was it that I was running after? And when tired, all I wanted to do was lean back and see things in a different way. 

I am moved deeply by individuals who take some pleasure in being simple. In being humble in their ways and unmoved by whatever happens in the world. Though I do not consider that trait at all as being passive, there is  a screaming wisdom in just being calm and at peace with the world. With nothing to anxious about. With being satisfied. With seeing big things in what is little. 

Despite the distance of my house from grandma's, I made a point to visit my daughter who is on vacation there. In Julienne's company, all big dreams in the world seem to fall away, and all that matters is the little world that exists in those little hoop of her arms. There's a whole world around young children. They see the smallest piece of cookie crumb on the bed and try to pick it up with their small fingers. They see the small, the simple.

Now I am trying to appreciate the lace-like patterns on the wings of a dragonfly.