She stops her splashing,
to stare at the life she’s saved from the water.
There on her fingers, the lady bird clings,
resting for a while, before taking flight.
Then she exhales, aware of her breathing,
and the miracle of life.
‘Look! There’s a rabbit!’ she wants to shout,
but muffles her voice with her hand –
so as not to scare the rabbit.
She turns to her parents, backlit by the sun,
to make sure they are watching.
They walk slower,
aware of the noise each step makes,
conscious of their breath,
every inhale and exhale.
In that moment they feel connected –
to all of life itself.
the gentle rise and fall of her chest,
the sound of her breath,
the life force that flows through her,
that was once shared within me.
Three children I’ve been blessed with,
carried into this world,
watched over whilst they slept through illness –
and rejoiced in the sound of their breath.
Most of the day I just breathe,
without awareness, or appreciation.
Then I have a moment to myself, a gift,
to run on the beach,
or stretch out with a few sun salutations,
and am flooded with awareness –
and it’s an all encompassing,
mind, body and soul feeling,
of being truly alive.
© Sarah Lee, June 2014