pure magic

What a gift it is to be invited into the world of our children. Where butterflies are magic, open fields are made for roaming— filled with make believe castles and princesses with veils, crowns are made from twigs and blooms.

This is it, the sacred space.

With twinkling eyes and loud laughs the hide-and-seek plays on. May we meet them. May we look them in the eyes, and play. May we jump and run and tumble. May we swing and build and roll. Welcoming their invitation with open arms.