A Mother’s Exhale

April 19, 2015

The rush of the waves and the wind.

The sand between my toes.

The weight of the baby in the sling.

And the sun on my face.

There are moments when the craziness and the schedules and the pressure fade away.

The mistakes of earlier are forgiven.

And the worries of later have not yet arrived.

Time slows.

Then stops.

And only the present matters.

A universe of peace and possibility exists in that pause, that instant, between inhale and exhale.


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