after begging all day
I lingered at the village temple.
Children gather round me and whisper,
"The crazy monk has come back to play."
My daughter, Susie, has returned to Seattle for a few weeks. Over the last few days, we've wandered galleries and bookstores, enjoying the familiarity that comes from 22 years of shared life.
But now Susie's her own person, slightly unfamiliar. She sees the world differently and offers easy disagreement. And sometimes she sees my strangeness and plays with it. Crazy old dad.
It's not a big deal. And yet . . . extraordinary!