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The Place Where Prayers Are Born
Mommy, Mommy, look! a train!
Mommy, oh, Mommy, a truck, over there!
Oh, Mommy, LOOK!
These were the sounds of my life when my son, my first child, was a toddler. I heard a running commentary on the trucks, trains, cars, and planes that came past us every wakeful moment. And then, one day, it stopped. My son was almost four years old. One day, then two days of silence, by the third day I was worried. He did not seem ill, just quiet, too quiet.
I spoke up, "you always told me when to look for the train and the train tracks. You were always letting me know about the trucks on the road and the airplanes in the sky. Now, you say nothing. Are you okay?"
"Oh, Mommy," he said with his eyes opening big and wide, "I found this amazing place. In order to hear everything, see everything, and experience everything there, I must be very quiet."
"My guy," said I in relief, tremendous relief, "do you know what this place is?" He shook his head. "It is you," I continued, "it is your inner realm, your inner eye, inner ear, inner heart. This is you. This is where your prayers and dreams are born. You found it!" He smiled. "Now I know why you are so quiet. It's okay. Please learn this place well. It will help you through life." Now we both smiled.