I took my son swimming this morning. Other fathers had their children in the water. I felt, ever so briefly, a sense of communion. Here we all were together, getting on with the serious business of looking after kids – none of us killing each other – none of us selling anything – no strategies, alibis, or excuses.
Sometime later, after lunch in my favourite cafe…
Bright autumn sun over Berwick Law. I sat with my son at the waters edge and looked at the sail boats have their last race before the winter sets in. “Listen to the little sound of the waves” I said – and never wanted to move from the spot.
Just one of those infrequent occasions where the sense of self – the calling, the determination – fell completely away and left me at peace with the world.
