Soak up smiles;

Feel the sun touch your face

And the wind whisper through your hair;

Hear the rain falling; see into the treetops.

Follow a path just because it has stepping stones and a bridge,

Not because of where it leads –

Chase a rabbit for the pure joy of it,

Knowing that this is exactly what God intended,

And laugh, like the ripple of a brook, when the rabbit is victorious,

Because that, too, is perfect.

Let your thoughts billow out like a picnic blanket,

And then nestle into them;

Be mindless of yesterday and tomorrow;

And join with the larger rhythm that surrounds you.

Breathing Space: Molly’s Song, copyright 2003 Fran Hendrick