Athena is almost 3, very precociously social and ahead of the game verbally, acutely charming and engaging. She and I see each other from time to time at the Madhouse, the local internet cafe in our small town. She comes in with her mother, and loves to pet the Moose when I bring him along.
She is utterly confident. There is no false bravado in her, no edge or artifice. She is simply curious and friendly, uncomplicated and powerful, unafraid to engage the objects of her considerable attention. Athena is a force of Nature.
Her eyes always light up when she sees me, very much as though we’ve known each other for many years and she clearly delights in our reunion. I find this enchanting and do not doubt that she and I have known each other before.
Today my mighty, tiny goddess incarnate fixed me with dancing green eyes from under her strawberry blonde bangs and inquired,
“Are you happy today?”
She placidly waited for an answer.
This little Bodhisattva, this sprite, this fae child of grace, naturally cares about my happiness. Naturally. It is not some socially contrived artifice or self seeking cleverness. Athena cares.
I was momentarily dumbstruck. I am used to such questions from other human development folks, gurus, some of my more conscious friends, in workshop settings or seminars, and from folks trying to sell me something.
“I am very well indeed, and thank you so much for asking, my dear. ” I replied, unable to do anything but smile down at that divine little countenance. She is pleased to connect with me, it’s obvious.
A conversation of not much real import ensued for several minutes, in which she was alternately completely engrossed in our repartee and quick to share the distractions that captured her fancy. I feel like I’ve known her forever.
How often do we encounter spirits we’ve danced with before, and never stop to acknowledge it? We are barely aware of our moments of deja-vu, we hurry past those twinkles of recognition. All too quickly we rush through our precious days, bent on accomplishments and accompanying metrics to measure our successes. All the while, all around us are old friends in new skins, and new conversations just waiting to be had.
Thanks, Athena’s mom, for the ease and largess. Thanks for bringing my friend to the Madhouse this morning. Thanks, Athena, for recognizing me again, and for rekindling our connection. Thanks loving me enough to ask me that really important, really cool question. And thanks for really wanting to hear the answer. You’re a good friend.
“Are you happy today?”





