May your eyes see goodness in all people and all things.
I’ve travelled this same stretch of road for decades. One of the 400 series highways crisscrossing southern Ontario––two hundred and fifty kilometers of flat pavement surrounded by some of the richest agricultural land in the world. Other than flocks of crows, and the occasional herds of cows and horses, pretty much a mundane drive.
I crawled into bed after an especially exasperating, work-filled Sunday, flipping through the television channels trying to find something at least quasi-intelligent to watch, as is one of my usual wind-down mechanisms.
If I were a mountain path, I’d be the trail you blaze.
Two years ago, my fabulous grandsons were visiting when I was in the middle of assembling audio and video segments for my humanitarian project, 10 Million Clicks For Peace. I decided to interview them with the hope I would get a "pearl" or two of youthful wisdom on the subject of peace.
It was moving day, summer of 1981. My oldest daughter was four years old and by dinner time we weren’t even close to getting our new abode into any kind of shipshape order so I decided to try out the brand new, and highly advertised Taco Bell in town. As was the case with most errands, Sara came along, excited to sample what she had seen in the television commercials.