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Every new connate child is a information from God that he has not lost faith in man wrote Tagore. The quote was sent to me by a darling friend upon the birth of Agastya Noor. I surmise even the cynics would admit this, particularly when you look deep into the eyes of a young life. At that moment not a thought is given to what is to come. All you see and feel is the delight of a new life and the amazing feeling that always has to be right. And perhaps what Tagore says is true: it is a message from God, only we humans fail to comprehend it.
Seems colossal and it is undoubtedly. And anyhow when I look back by the years one by I realise how absurdly easy it is and well among the reach of anybody compliant to reserve their eyes wide open and see with their heart. The big picture is there withing the reach of each and every one of us. It waits to be discovered and savoured. One simply has to be willing to look beyond today and believe in morrow as God has not and will never lose faith in man.
The list is infinite and the big pictures enfolds itself in front of my eyes one with nearly obsessive regularity. I see it in the reports cards held proudly at those who were once failures, in the premier sound uttered along one who never spoke, or the faltering tread taken along one who never walked, in the active gait and beaming laughs of pwhy instructors who were once only considered agreeable enough to clean homes... really in every and everybody of what is immediately understood as the pwhy family: a motley team of youth and antique who should have lived in the eclipses but have reclaimed their place in the sun.
I have been blessed in more ways than one. Over the final 10 years I have witnessed numerous messages constraining me to deem that even if things saw dark and frosty and even hopeless,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], God had not lost faith in man. In my book Dear Popples I wrote approximately the big picture, the one that was all sunny and beauteous and near faultless merely that we peoples were incapable apt look fully as it amplified beyond space and time. Being only able apt see bits of it we hang on to the dark parches and clutch them for true. Yes I have been blessed in more ways than one as I have been capable to see glimpses of that perfect creatiin time and again: in the mini boy who ought have died but is today living and hitting and prepared as level II, in the four little children who should have connected the ranks of child labour but are soon working to walk into the portals of a boarding educate, in Manu who does not roam the streets and ransack via dustbins but sleeps in a lukewarm bed.