A Sort of Heaven.

When it comes to friends, and the people we choose to have in our lives, it's no surprise we are happiest when we surround ourselves with people who reflect the world as we want it to be.

I escaped to chaos that is home,

and came to this place.

Bringing my children,

even the ones too cool for the country!

And even those cool ones,

ran and chased and played.

And had nothing but books and air and sunlight to entertain them.

And a movie at bedtime,

A row of heads in a cosy makeshift bed on the floor.

And in the morning,

gathering eggs for pancakes,

and leaves for lunch,

and berries for whenever they felt like it.

And there was time to sit.

And just be together.

And to talk and see the world from another perspective,

where there is hope and hard work and reward.

And there was time to wander and to wonder.

And be reminded of some of the things that have slipped out of my grasp in the last two years.

A reaffirming of my mother-priorities.

The ones I had held onto so firmly, for so long,

but that somehow, four tipped the scales away from, in another unwieldy direction,

for a moment.

And there it was,

right with me all along.

As simple as stopping and listening.

And I left these humble giants that I call my friends,

as always, with a renewed sense of my Self,

and my place in the world,

and my purpose.

And what I want for these children of mine.