I have a little children's book that I share with children who are struggling with challenging life events. The book is called Zoom, by Istvan Banyai. It is a book of only illustrations, beginning with the crown of a rooster's head, and slowly, page by page, zooming out, until the earth is seen in orbit, as a far away star. This has been a meaningful metaphor enabling an enlarged vision of existence holding us, each of us, in form and formlessness, from the smallest detail to a vision whose capacity exceeds the largest detail we know. Whose eyes see this? What is holding us in perfect balance, in warmth, with such care?
