…sat in the desert and listened to the wind
…examined the patterns on a butterfly wing
…filled my home with the aroma of baking bread
…eaten raspberries from the bush
…peered over the edge of a live volcano
…watched a storm on the sea
…moved to music alone on a stage
…watched a leopard in the wild come down from a tree
…and a lion arise and stretch from a long day’s nap
…climbed a mountain at sunrise
…counted the shades of brown in the desert
…caught a snowflake on my tongue
…fed a giraffe from my hand
…nothing is more delightful than to see my baby girl discover the joy of twirling, dipping and rocking to music, or run through the house, or receive a kiss from her brother. She dances as if no one is watching and she sings like no one is listening. Her innocence and freedom moves me.
What moves you?