Sitting
 here, with the sun warming my back, I am at peace. The small brook 
bubbles and rolls with the force twice it’s size. My daughter’s squeals 
of laughter rise above the sound of water meeting rocks. The remnants of
 our picnic lunch surround me. I quickly gather up the crumbs and 
discarded containers and move closer to the banks where my daughter is 
playing. 
We
 come here so often. Once, twice a week. It is comfortable, familiar. I 
can relax and enjoy the sights and sounds of uninterrupted play. I have 
watched as winter loosened it’s grasp and spring took hold. I have 
watched the sunny banks slowly become shaded by new leaves. Even the 
chickens, who roam freely, seem to have brightened up and become more 
playful. 
Hours
 go by. My skin is flushed from the strength of the newly warm sun. I 
will wear my new pink color like a badge. Testimony to the time spent in
 the open, taking in all that nature has to offer. After a winter of 
being cooped up, I have earned this slightly tender badge of honor. I 
close my eyes and let the sun sink deeper into my skin.
A
 splash of icy water opens my eyes. My grinning daughter stand before me
 holding a truck in one hand and a shovel in the other. She is barefoot 
with her pants rolled up to her knees. Her wet hair clings to her 
forehead and her smile is big enough for someone three times her size.
“Sorry,
 Momma.” Her sparkling eyes deceive her apology. I return her smile and 
grab her for a hug. We both giggle and I set her free to explore the 
water and dirt. She smells like earth and sunshine. I wish I could 
bottle it. I lean back on my arms once again and commence my solar 
worship.
Laughter
 once again fills the air as rocks splash into water at the hands of 
toddlers. A slight breeze cools my face. I am grateful for today. For 
every day. I am grateful that I get to have these moments. That I get to
 share them with my daughter. I close my eyes again and breath deeply. I
 want to remember this moment completely.
I
 open my eyes and call for my daughter. It is time to go. Together we 
gather our things. She grabs my hand as we head to our car. “We going on
 another adventure, Momma?” 

 
Made me cry, beautifully written, we are so very lucky to have this serenity, peace,love and nature. I dream of the whole world being full to the brim of that which you speak of bottling. War will cease to exist, extremism will be reined in, good mental and physical health will flourish and all our spirits will be free. Our little moment's are mear glimpses of a heavenly earth I believe in.
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