returning home

When my children were little I brought them here, and they were mesmerized by the wild, natural beauty and energy of this place. We left with keepsakes of our trip including a cookie can full of sea shells. Over the years, the dusty can of shells would show up and I remember feeling little nudges of pain shoot through me. Why did we have to take so much from what was so freely given to us? Why did I not see that as a tremendous teaching opportunity for my children that day? I get it! This journey is very about about forgiveness and return. The shells are home again, in the very spot they were found fifteen years ago. The shores and shells celebrated and the forest beamed love rays through the trees. We are waking up! The language of the people and animals closet to Mother Earth is becoming clearer now and soon we will know how to teach our children the language of love and light. Thank you.