A Book Of Games

In haste as usual, I’m paying the bills at 7 a.m., with the baby tied on my chest snoozing. Enclosed are photos of the new babe, and the “old babe” hiding under a towel, just for fun. We’ve been told by our inner Voice to allow our lives to be run by this new child, since he’s a higher spiritual being than we are, and the practice of submission will be good for us, as in the future we will be better able to listen to and submit to, our own inner Voice all the more. It is hard, submitting one’s own independence to a baby’s needs, but it does pay off. It pays off in the moment, because you (I) get to see the sweetness and love of the other side which still fills the new ones so completely. And it pays off in the long run for reasons not unknown.

We all would stand on our heads to receive one of his beautific smiles. I have been reminded frequently of the phrase, “O come, let us adore him,” as we stand around watching him sleep, waiting for the heavenly sleep smile to drift across his face. Of course they went to adore Jesus when he was a newborn! Of course we must adore all our newborns in the same way. You see what’s closest to my heart these days.

I meant to write to say thanks for Lorenzo Milam’s letter — it’s history, and it touched us. And having done the Course in Miracles, I enjoyed, and was moved by, Prather’s Games. Lots of love.

P.S. I don’t know if this is a letter you want to print or not. I don’t know that people will understand what I mean about letting a baby run our lives. Do they know that new babies have needs, not wants? Do they know that we are intelligent people, too, and that all this has nothing to do with the strange old concept called, “Don’t spoil the child?” But maybe we could open an interesting dialogue on the topic. I think how we perceive and care for our babies has a lot to do with how we perceive and care for ourselves.