Grandfather said once when a child it was raining and a nun told him angels were crying because of the things man does.
Says he’s not sure about angels in the classic Christian definition but it is a thought that has always disturbed him a little in thinking the nations in a sense have their own beliefs about what others might liken to angels and that they would be crying.
That he is more inclined to believe it is the tears of those who have gone before from all nations, even those of the four legs and winged ones. Part grief and part an effort to sustain through the life giving character of tears, which are water.
I thought about that as we sipped our coffee and shelled a few peanuts – it struck me as such a simple statement as to be profound, and when saying so Grandfather replied that is the nature of life, simple and yet profound at the same time.
That it’s a simple matter for example to understand that if you plant a seed and tend it it will grow, but not so simple to understand all that comprises the growth process, and he doesn’t really think we need to, that is enough to know and honor our responsibility in the relationship whether the seed brings forth an ear of corn or a child.
Much the same as it is to know and execute our responsibility in all relationships.
That if we and all things are related then we should be responsible enough to conduct ourselves in in such a manner – when we don’t a balance is lost.
He likened it to a child’s toy, a top, if it spins at the right speed it maintains a balance and remains upright, if not, it begins to wobble and become erratic.
Kind of surprised me this analogy of a top, and I asked him if he ever had a top to which he replied yes and he thought it was great fun, also had a yoyo at one time, found both and neither had strings but his mother made them for him and even tried her hand at the yoyo.
Then he kind of laughed and said he may have a scar or two on his head from the yoyo related efforts – I can remember a bloody nose from similar efforts when I was a kid and commiserate.
Responsibility and balance – a simple premise isn’t it?