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
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