The other day, I learned that in Bali, you never let your child's feet touch the ground if they are six months of age or younger. That's because they are considered to be so fresh from God that they are still part God and you would never sit God on the floor. I'm only sad that I learned this when my kids were eight months old and not sooner.
I'm reading this book called "Eat, Pray, Love" on the New York Times Bestseller right now. In the book, the author talks about how a medicine man in Indonesia taught her that to know God, "you must stop looking at the world through your head and to use your heart instead." Everyday, I see the babies enjoying the world with their hearts and it overwhelms me. I feel like I've been given a window to God through them. Today I saw Callie enjoying the wind as I would imagine a personified God to enjoy the wind. She turned directly towards the wind (in her little roundabout thing), closed her eyes, raised her arms above her head and stood on her tippytoes as if she was a bird trying to take off and fly. It made her giggle and scream with delight as it softly blew on her skin and through her hair. I don't know what I did to deserve seeing this pure beauty every day.
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