Monday, January 16, 2012
The rabbit on the old desk was created in a bear shop shortly after my daughter was born. It was a gift I thought would hold a high spot in the girl's life, just as a now raggedy bear does in the boy's. But I was wrong, the rabbit never got to play that role for the girl, at least not that girl. I understand now that we can't really choose what we become attached to, it chooses us. Soft and gentle, the moment I held this rabbit I knew I was going to bring her home. I just didn't realize then that she was meant for me.
Here, there was reading, there was knitting, and there was a documentary called "I Am" where a changed man ponders our connectedness to each other and to our planet...Nothing new, but inspiring and thoughtful nonetheless.
Weekending with Amanda...