We went out for dinner, just the two of us, to our favorite restaurant. We were the first ones in, and had the place to ourselves. Slowly, the restaurant filled up with lots of other diners.
Mom shared several juicy stories with me as we enjoyed our meal. The other diners became louder to the extent that it was hard to hear her. As we returned home, mom continued with her stories so I could suck all the juice out of them.
Do you relish the stories of your elders? With repetition do you become bored, or more riveted on every detail? Ki to Happiness listens to absorb the wisdom.