What is the point of us living?

Keira and I were returning from a fun day out late yesterday afternoon. Bowling had been followed by air hockey, then lunch, then the best seats in the house to see Mr Popper’s Penguins. We were choosing penguin names for each other. Keira decided she would be Captain, I would be Stinky, and I thought Nimrod suited Carole well. Then out of the blue Keira asked “What is the point of us living?” “That’s an interesting question. Why did you ask it and what do you think the answer is?” I replied. “Oh, I don’t know…” said Keira, and the conversation moved on. Quite a question eh?

On arriving home we posed the question on Twitter. Here’s how the dialogue unfolded:

@intheseheels: “to keep the earth turning. Everything on the planet has a role to play. Even the smallest things. Keira’s is obviously to be cute & ask hard questions”

@stirthesource replied: “wow! BIG question – I’d be curious to know what K thinks if she was asked. not deflection, just love the thoughts our kids have”. Then a short while later came: “after deflection, comes reflection. My take ~ to love, learn, experience & shift certain things consciously & unconsciously”

@wedge suggested: “To discover and create our own point to life”.

@phynbarr reflected that: “we’ve all asked that at some point or another” and @changecontinuum had the temerity to suggest: “isn’t that your job Mr Shaw? If you get stuck I suppose @chapmanbear might know…” We did ask Chapman Bear but his answer was something about poo, we think he misunderstood the question.

@allinsona offered some reassurance: “both ours asked this when 11 ish. Tried meaningful replies, love, zest and laughter etc. Best answer is the long game though.” before kindly going on to add: “and I suspect you are not so bad at that, and by the long game I mean, the by example approach :)”

News of last night’s utter vandalism on the streets of London was beginning to seep through and so for Twitter, this conversation closed. I think we gained useful insight from it. Just before bedtime I asked Keira her question again, this time she replied “to have fun”. “Is that all?” I asked, “yes, that is all” came the response. I thought back to our earlier air hockey game in which Keira trounced me 7 goals to 2. And I remember Keira’s happy looking face and all the laughter we shared.

Having fun, that’s what it’s all about alright.

 

Toast

We have a few less busy weeks on the go right now. Some good work to be done and some good relaxing too. And you can’t get a good days anything done without a fine breakfast. Today’s fun is brought to you by toast with nutella and berries.

Enjoy.

 

Eight mile high

Carole, Keira and I are very fortunate in many ways. We live close enough to Central London to make access for work and play in town a simple matter. And we live far enough away to enjoy many benefits of (almost) country living. One of the very best things about where we live is the proliferation of trails and bridle paths for cycling on. This weekend we had grand plans. Keira wanted to go for a ride on Saturday and set a new longest distance for her ride. Her previous best was 5 miles.

In glorious sunshine we decided to head off towards Banstead and see how far we got. Within a few hundred yards of our house we are onto green belt agricultural land and the hedges are alive with greenfinches. As you can see from the picture, we’re at a high point and the views over the fields are lovely. We drop down to the local park and then begin a persistent 2 mile climb. We head through woods, and up dusty trails past goldcrests and any horse in their fields. Almost to the top of the climb and we stop for a Pepperami break. Yummy!

Pushing on we soon arrive in Banstead where Keira brilliantly suggests we stop for a pub lunch (bright kid). Trouble is – the only pub is shut for the day – they’ve all headed off for Derby Day! We end up in a nice café in the park and have bacon and eggs on toast.

What goes up – must come down, and the ride home was fun. We swooped and blasted back down the same tracks we’d earlier huffed and puffed our way up. When I’m cycling on the road I love the challenge of riding up hills. Off road – the reverse is true and we all arrived at the bottom of the long trail grinning. After a final short dig up another climb, we pootle the last few hundred yards home.

8.06 miles. Mission accomplished.

We all fell asleep in the afternoon, chuffed to bits with our eight mile high. I hope you found time for some fun this weekend?