The wishes on dandelions,
The sun on my skin,
The way the cool, spring air danced around me.
The stars looking down,
The feel of the grass at my back,
The silence of the calm night.
The way the sand feels beneath my toes,
The way the ocean tide foams around me,
The smell of the salt and the sun.
The sound of crackling embers
Dancing on a midnight fire,
The trails of smoke floating toward Heaven.
I remember many things.
Each of them tethered to a moment in time.
The link to my past as I embrace my future,
And embrace the small hand looking to me for guidance.
It’s a new journey that I am undertaking,
As a mother and a child of this earth.
I hear the way She exhales
In the singing of the birds in the trees.
I feel the way She comforts us
In the way the sun warms our skin.
I see the way She shows us
The love we have to receive,
When my son lifts a feather
From the ground and gives me
The present he’s chosen.
A present of the most important kind:
One from the thing I love most.