I remember the first day we spent with our baby daughter in the hotel
room Guatemala City (almost 7 years ago). We played with her, gave
her a bottle, and stared into her eyes as she fell asleep. The rest
of the world disappeared, and we watched her sleep, transfixed by this
tiny miracle. There is nothing so simple as a sleeping baby, yet our
thoughts were profound, excruciatingly beautiful - the unbearable
lightness of being.
Even now, long past babyhood, we look at our children when they are
asleep and marvel. As *&^%$ frustrating as their behavior has been,
all is forgiven when they are asleep. Tomorrow is a new day, and I
vow to be more patient.
There is a curious state of matter predicted by quantum mechanics
called the Bose-Einstein condensate. When an atom is cooled to near
absolute zero, meaning its motion has virtually ceased, it loses its
distinct atom-like nature, and diffuses into a quantum cloud. This
has actually been observed in the laboratory. It's as if the atom, in
its quietude, loses itself, and in doing so passes from the material
world into a spiritual realm.
Looking at our sleeping babies is like this. All motion ceases, we
live in that moment, we lose ourselves, and we are transported into
So tonight, regardless of how old your children are, spend some time
just staring at them sleeping and reflect on the love and mystery that
brought you all to that place. There are only a few things in life
truly worth taking seriously, and those things become apparent at such
moments, when we are quiet.
I'm in a reflective mood. But the house is a mess :o( Ahh well, back
to the material world.