This thing we call ”Life”
She is looking at me like she is wondering what the heck I am doing all day. Those clear, wise yellow eyes have shifted from the regular look of either curiousity or reaching out to concern. The beautiful thing is that meeting those eyes is all it takes for me to slow down. All it takes for me to rest her head in my two hands, looking in to her soul as she looks in to mine , wondering what the heck I AM doing all day. It is actually not about the doing, as the lists of stuff we need to do to make a living and live comfortably never ends. It is about how we do those things. In my mind, in my world, I was planning tonight´s yoga lesson – after having rushed through dishes, washing and vacuuming – totally focused on the task at hand. In Elsa´s mind I was totally lost. What she saw was a human who just ticked off one thing on the list , moving to …
