choosing to be

If I could just sit still like this forever! Just to be in the moment like these kids are in this picture. If we could always feel that sand beneath us, that sun warming our arms and spirits, calming us, bringing us inwards where we belong. I love pictures of moments like these because it gives me something to meditate on. I don't need a dream board when I have this scene. This is my dream and I am lucky enough to live it on occassion. So how do I bring it to everyday? How do I give them this beach always? They have the expanse of sand and sea and sky and they choose to sit down together. Nothing artificial or contrived, no manipulative plaything. They're barely dressed! They ran around and into the water Thatcher fell and floated for a heart racing moment, they walked the beach, collected shells and left them behind, inspected the roots of a driftwood tree, saw a horse trod past and then they sat down. Lifted sand between their fingers for minute after minute. How long would they have stayed there? Till the sun set? Would they prefer to live in a tent on that beach? I think they would. So why live that way just one day a year? Maybe five. I think it's only a matter of time before we come to another fork in the road. Or maybe it's just a dirt road veering off to the right, it looks a little risky which is why it's so unused. Maybe we can make it to the end, maybe the ocean's there.