tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703718837080088488.post7158534316463459863..comments2024-03-28T00:20:01.688-05:00Comments on Little Blog In The Big Woods: Slow it.Greenpahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17224906349154302210noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703718837080088488.post-75664934926985970912008-03-24T13:35:00.000-05:002008-03-24T13:35:00.000-05:00So sweet; and for those of us who are practically ...So sweet; and for those of us who are practically inclined (not to point any fingers at myself...), all that reading and singing is a tremendous investment in a child. In her ability to read, to comprehend, to learn, to believe in herself, and to know she is loved and lovable. Not to mention a wonderful chance for the parents to revisit and discover great "children's" books. In fact, my daughter and I just started reading "Peter Pan," in which Barrie wrote that Wendy knew, at age two, that she would grow up when her mother kissed her and said, "Oh why can't you stay just this way for always?"Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703718837080088488.post-27329299027215558882008-03-23T12:58:00.000-05:002008-03-23T12:58:00.000-05:00Teresa- thanks. As you very perceptively perceived...Teresa- thanks. As you very perceptively perceived, I didn't intend to suggest that kids are "it". <BR/><BR/>DC. yup. I've sent your screenplay synopsis to a friend in the business; can't promise anything, but the initial response is that you've got something with at least the drawing power of "Napoleon Dynamite"- and much better plotting. How does 20% of net profit sound? :-)Greenpahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17224906349154302210noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703718837080088488.post-58786036522761575752008-03-22T14:07:00.000-05:002008-03-22T14:07:00.000-05:00So many things are urgent . . . so few are importa...So many things are urgent . . . so few are important. It's a "hurry up" world we live in, and it's hard not to get swept away by it. Now is all we will ever have. It's important not to take it for granted. What I wouldn't give for a five minute conversation with all the people I love who are gone now. We could talk about anything, however dull, and my mind wouldn't wander for an instant.<BR/><BR/>Children are such a wonderful reminder to live in the moment. To them, the "future" is tonight, or maybe tomorrow -- and is mostly irrelevant. There's a great power and peace that comes with being present. The cares of tomorrow can so often wait.<BR/><BR/>Regarding your comment on DotEarth, I agree with you, Greenpa. I don't have time for movie poster -- too many urgent things to do today. I am, however, thinking of developing a screenplay that ends with 2.6 billion people lined up outside your potty house, which has become some sort of mystic shrine. Aliens flying overhead are impressed by the spectacle and decide our planet has finally advanced to the point where they are ready to let us join the civilized universe . . . just as our missile defense system malfunctions and blasts their ship into oblivion.DChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16638079335012155807noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703718837080088488.post-73791079776842081122008-03-22T13:12:00.000-05:002008-03-22T13:12:00.000-05:00Great post. I don't have kids yet so I tend to rus...Great post. I don't have kids yet so I tend to rush through cooking or planting or whatever else because something else seems so pressing. I have to constantly remind myself to be present in the moment. For awhile I was very good about meditating and doing yoga and that helped immensely with staying in the now.<BR/><BR/>N.<BR/><BR/>http://badhuman.wordpress.comAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703718837080088488.post-51274957718352223852008-03-22T11:27:00.000-05:002008-03-22T11:27:00.000-05:00Ah, I felt more relaxed just reading that - thanks...Ah, I felt more relaxed just reading that - thanks Greenpa! I don't have kids, but I think I feel a similar type of thing with my nieces and nephews, and even with my companion animals at times, or when a little bird looks down at me when I put more seed in the birdfeeder. Being fully present in the moment is a joy indeed.Theresahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03908227916944431265noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703718837080088488.post-61441602180318876822008-03-22T09:20:00.000-05:002008-03-22T09:20:00.000-05:00Christy - sad, for sure. There are tons of people...Christy - sad, for sure. There are tons of people out there who just aren't "touchy-feely", as they call us. My parents weren't; don't know how I turned out this way.<BR/><BR/>Arif- :-) aw. thanks.Greenpahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17224906349154302210noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703718837080088488.post-40388792714246412322008-03-21T23:45:00.000-05:002008-03-21T23:45:00.000-05:00oh man, you made me cry with this. My "smidgen" i...oh man, you made me cry with this. My "smidgen" is 4, and I treasure the moments of holding her hand in mine as she drifts off to sleep or gently removing my arm from under her head as I leave her to her dreams. You are totally right that the things that matter require our presence, and wouldn't be what they are without our total attention.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703718837080088488.post-63464783985482609232008-03-21T19:29:00.000-05:002008-03-21T19:29:00.000-05:00Beautiful post! My husband has very little intere...Beautiful post! My husband has very little interest in our son and it makes me sad to think about what he is missing out on. He's never put our son, who is now 8, to bed or given him a bath.Christyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14920326845870515381noreply@blogger.com