After a frustrating morning of remote work and distance learning, I followed my insistent 8 year old down to the water’s edge, begrudgingly taking a break from staring at a screen. She had a handful of rocks and offered no explanation other than, “It’s important.” When we got to the end of the dock, she turned away from me to face the open water and dropped the rocks into the lake one at a time while whispering, “May you be happy. May you be safe. May you be loved.” Starting with me, she blessed the people and animals in her life one at a time, dropping rocks for each. She ended with herself.
I returned to the day reminded of what’s important.