Stretched out in the warm, soft sand
My shirt riding up at the waist
I feel the tickle of crystalline quartz against my skin
From this down-to-earth vantage point I see
The delicate geometry of each grain
The curve and curl of each graceful scallop
Making contact with my world
Seeing what few see
Feeling what many miss
When speaking to small children
Kneel down to look them in the eye
When listening to the earth
Lie down to hear Her speak to your heart
Thin spiral notebook 
Getting down to their level, every good mother does.
This was a beautiful reminder of how to relate to each other and our world.
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