“I remember fingering the handle and feeling the rough edges of an old cup that I have cared for as I had tea with my mother and finally got to tell something I had been wanting to tell her for years. A year later I was drinking from that same cup the afternoon my friend told me she was pregnant. The cup unites these two moments in my life. If I have hundreds of cups, one simple cup is not so intimate. Things and people lose their perceived value when there is an overwhelming quantity of them. It’s as if the mind goes on overload and ceases to see the details”.
—Jacqueline Kramer, “Buddha Mom: The Path of Mindful Mothering”
My empty table, stripped of everything including it’s tablecloth the other day is a reminder. This passage read yesterday at lunch time. All the other or extra things that are cluttering up my life and keeping me from the time and the space for intimate details.
I am re-reading this book in preparation for my lay classes starting in a few weeks. My spiritual side has been woefully neglected lately. It seems if you look closely enough that those little angels gathered there in the windowsill are whispering to each other. I want to know their secrets.