I sit here now, this morning, so touched by this little girl.
We went down to the beach. She filled her bucket with sand, buried her feet, and always curls and a smile.
Why am I so touched?
I woke this morning feeling my rib cage, move in and out, felt it as a flexible basket, almost rubbery, with the joy of movement. My heart is alive in response.
What wakens when we play with a well-loved and cared for child?
What wakes when we allow the child's spirit to fold into ours?
Isn't that where we come together to strengthen the bonds for all children, to celebrate the spirited dance that flows with joy and tears?