Small we began. Little baby in our high chair. The world looked mysterious. Big faces were friendly funny and kind. Everyone seemed to speak to us as if we were a baby…

Sometimes we would say things we understood clearly but sounded like di da or my name is Tan Tan… People laughed when we spoke clear thoughts…again as if we were babies. When I was young I boldly proclaimed that I did not want a ‘shoit’ for Christmas attesting to my need for toys. Aunt Vema laughed and oft-quoted me for many years following.

Today we speak our needs reactions and wants to God…he smiles and understands that we are developing.

The Great Ear hears all. Sounds of laughter freedom and fun and moans of pain suffering and loneliness…the most difficult to hear. We live in our covered huts but the Spirit knows. Guardian Angels are all around. Sometimes you can get a quick view of them as they scurry by…a bit of a blur.