Go placidly amid the noise and haste…
Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
—From Max Ehrman’s Desiderata
Yesterday morning, frazzled and fried after a rough week, Dmitri, Lily and I ventured a few miles outside of town to visit our local botanical gardens. We saw orchids and roses and rubber trees, and we walked around and around the butterfly house, stopping often to admire the striped and speckled beauties that Lily loves so much.
Neither Dmitri nor I are particularly good with plants, and one of us–I’m not going to name names–is really afraid of crawly, many-legged flying things and often calls upon his wife to “handle” them. Still, spending time in such an incredible place– and holding Lily’s hands while she walked and walked, taking in so many beautiful sights and and sounds for the very first time– provided both of us with a much-needed reminder that, sometimes, it feels really good to be quiet and gentle and reverent.
I’m not always sure where to place my faith or what my role as a child of the universe is, exactly, but yesterday morning– looking down at my growing-up girl as she observed and examined and explored– I had every confidence that that universe was unfolding exactly according to plan.