Friday, March 25, 2011

Under the Tree and Dreaming

Time brings change. I believe it was Buddha who says that change is the only consistency.

The name on the door of one of the bedrooms of our old house has changed three times. Every baby first had the nursery room where I had painted a mural all around the room. In one corner was painted a large tree where the crib was found. When the lights were turned out at night, the glow in the dark stars that I had hidden in the clouds lit up as familiar constellations. The kids were in fact, ‘under the tree and dreaming’.

Thank goodness for songs. This lullaby takes me back to that room, singing the little ones to sleep.