Today, three year old MacKenzie and I had a neat conversation about "holy" and God. We have never talked about God with her. She saw our garden sculpture of a monk stored away for the winter in our carriage house. She asked what it was. I told her "It's a monk". She asked what a monk is. I said the monk is a holy man. She asked what holy is. I had a hard time figuring out where to start. My first thought was to ask a question back. My question was "So you know God, right?" and her answer was "Yes. Yes I do." Reminder...we've NEVER addressed this thought before. I proceeded to say that a holy person is someone who has a relationship with god and helps others with their relationship with God. I always ask her if the things I relate make sense, and when I did, she answered with a matter-of-fact "yes".

My sense of God is very different than most people's definition, I believe. I love that MacKenzie is connected with the thought and energy of Divinity, without the interruption of the dogma of others. There will be that, of course, as we live in a very diverse world with many paths to the Divine. Until then, I will watch and learn from my beautiful daughter as she wonders at the gifts of living with Divinity all around her.

Ah Ho, Namaste and Blessed Be.