Life has been too busy, and so I’ve been craving simplicity.
It was low tide, just before the rain returned with great enthusiasm, when I had an afternoon at the small local beach. A heron, came by, closer than usual.
Oh, for the stillness of the heron! As I watched, I became quieter inside.

And being with the little one slows me down too. She knows how to stop and watch.

 She is collecting shells with care and discrimination now, giving them all to me. And so I sat on the sand, having a play,

 arranging them and as I did so, studying the amazing colour range among them.

A tree is irresistible for this little monkey.

A late Monarch flitters by, and I find that the shell arrangement turns into butterflies too.

Gradually, life is taking on another rhythm, with time to play once more, and enjoy moments of simplicity. (sigh)