My sister-in-law’s baby was born this week. We all went to the hospital to meet him, and I noticed what a great effect this had on different members of the family. Aside from our great delight at his safe, happy arrival, there was a sense of reverence in the air.
My son helped my wife hold the baby, and was struck uncommonly speechless. Walking to the car afterwards with my brother-in-law (another one, not the dad), I saw how we all walked incredibly slowly, meditatively, calmly measuring our steps. Not a hurry in the world.
The Buddhist philosophers I’ve read say that a new life is like a wave rising out of the ocean of the universe. And when the busyness of everyday life is broken by the arising of another new wave, the miracle of it all stops us in our tracks for a few moments. Perhaps for a while we are reconnected with the ocean of everything from which we sprang, and into which we might one day slide again, never beginning, never ending.