Letters To Tom — Children

Dear Tom:

Jesus told his disciples that the kingdom of heaven belongs to those who are like children. Many images rise up – innocence, teachable humility, joy and laughter – when we think of children. When I hear tales of my grandchildren or watch them play alone, I am fascinated by their sense of wonder and seemingly perpetual energy. The simplest discoveries bring forth squeals of laughter and wide eyes of interest.

As we age, our fascination with new experiences in life gradually disappears. We think we’ve figured out how to control our own destiny and become less dependent on senses and feelings.

In my post-transplant life I hope to re-engage the child in me. I want to cultivate the qualities of joy and wonder back into my life.

Your Sufi master, Rumi, said it well:

Reason is all well and good
until it shows you the door of the Beloved.
At that point divorce reason,
which will steal from you like a bandit.

What I seek is to once again feel the eyes of a child looking through mine.

Your Friend,

Webb

About the author

Webb Hubbell, former Associate Attorney General of The United States, is an author and speaker. His novels, When Men Betray, Ginger Snaps, A Game of Inches, The Eighteenth Green, and The East End are published by Beaufort Books and are available online or at your local bookstore. When Men Betray won one of the IndieFab awards for best novel in 2014. Ginger Snaps and The Eighteenth Green won the IPPY Awards Gold Medal for best suspense/thriller.

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  1. Another great blog, Webb! Rumi is such a wonderful teacher. I also think highly of Hafiz, another Sufi mystic. One of his thoughts and a poem on this subject of reason:

    “I have estimated the influence of Reason upon Love and found that it is like that of a raindrop upon the ocean, which makes one little mark upon the water’s face and disappears.”

    And

    For no reason

    I start skipping like a child.
    And

    For no reason

    I turn into a leaf

    That is carried so high

    I kiss the sun’s mouth

    And dissolve.
    And

    For no reason

    A thousand birds

    Choose my head for a conference table,

    Start passing their

    Cups of wine

    And their wild songbooks all around.
    And

    For every reason in existence

    I begin to eternally,

    To eternally laugh and love!
    When I turn into a leaf

    And start dancing,
    I run to kiss our beautiful
    Friend

    And I dissolve in the
    Truth

    That I Am.

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