when first i fell in love with lens and light, i hoarded that love. i held it as my private gift and sanctuary combined, and i had no desire to share that love. i reasoned that i am with my children all day many days, and we share much… i needed something of my own.
life, after all, with my loves, is loud and fast, and slowing time in silence was a rare gift and one i held sacred; necessarily solitary, i thought.
but they pursued, and i assented. i handed them my valued gear and that love, shared, grew. somehow, it instilled a quiet all its own, just from the “working alongside” that happens from letting another in to a sacred space, from teaching a learned skill and from giving of a passion.
how can one explain joy until it is shared?
now they, too, have a sacred space full of wonder…
once i gave in and passed on knowledge and delighted with them in new discovery, the gift became greater for the sharing.
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