A friend shared a story with me of his young 8-year-old grandson who asked him recently “where do our thoughts go? I think about something and then it goes away – yet often the same thought comes back again later – I wonder where did it go while it was away?
Needless to say, my friend’s grandson is thoughtful and quite wise for his young age – for any age.
But … what do they say …“out of the mouth of babes” – we can often learn, often realize, often ponder.
This morning I went to the last session of my 4-week group on Wisdom -through the Ages at The Franciscan Spirituality Center and I believe all of us there were very sorry to see it end.
It is a very special gift to meet ten other people whom you don’t know at all and then throughout the sessions talk, share, reveal, and connect with each other on such a very honest and personal level – about age, about trust, about gratitude, about experiences, about life.
And so we were all touched by each other’s sharing and, yes, their wisdom.
And I believe it reminded me once again of my friend’s young grandson’s question.
Where had the thoughts and sentiments, questions and reveals our group of “strangers” shared over our times together – where did they go during the days in between – when other thoughts and things to do occupied our minds.
But here’s what I think. I think – perhaps – they’re resting- resting in our hearts – just waiting to be shared, just waiting to be understood.