children’s lesson: samsara
As I mentioned in my last post, for the past two weeks, my family has been hidden away at the foot of a small mountain in New Hampshire. This quiet wintery retreat was an ideal setting to connect and spend lots of time talking about my favorite topic: spirit.
One of my favorite teaching moments was during a snowman-making session. After a fun sledding adventure and snowy tromp through the woods, my 4 year old XG and I spontaneously began to build “Frosty the Snow Gobes” in the front yard. We rolled and packed and stacked. I encouraged XG to take his time, to enjoy the process, to make each ball as round and smooth and perfect as he could.
The snowman, as it turned out, was a perfectly kid-size lesson in samsara.
Our efforts that afternoon would give birth, so to speak, to a wintery masterpiece. Frosty the Snow Gobes would stand adorably near the entrance to our home and happily greet all who visited. He seemed like a pretty sturdy guy, but, as I told XG, he was changing by the second. Melting, freezing, shifting. And soon, when the weather changes, when an accident happens, Frosty would only exist in our memories. So it’s important that we enjoy the experience of building him and admiring him while he’s here. And with the next big snow storm, we could come out and build a snowman all over again.
XG and I chatted about this as we played in the snow. I told him that everything and everyone here on earth is part of a cycle called samsara. We are born, we have experiences, we die. We are born, we have experiences, we die. We are born, we have experiences, we die. The experiences live forever; but life that is born from the earth is only here for a short time. It needs to be returned to the earth to make room for new life with new experiences. This includes people, animals, trees, homes, cars, electronics and, of course, snowmen. It’s how the earth works. And it’s all okay. It’s all natural. And when we can understand that every atom on Earth participates in samsara, we can understand how perfectly connected we are to everyone and everything.
XG didn’t have much to say about the impromptu lesson, but he was listening carefully. The door was open for him to ask questions if he needed, and that’s what was most important to me.
From mine to yours,
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