In spite of everything, there is peace. The laundry finally folded, we put out yoga mats and meditated. My daughters rang the singing bowl and closed their eyes as I rubbed their shoulders. My six year old imagined unicorns and rainbows with pots of gold; my eight year old took herself to a beach where she was playing with her friends. The love of thousands filled them, they radiated innocence. I was present, my mind in the moment-- not filled with the million 'to do's'. If I can only capture these moments in a bottle! The downstairs looks like a hurricane has struck, but there is space here in this sanctuary. Here, there is only peace.
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