I’m at the Sivananda Ashram in the Bahamas walking along the beach in the afternoon. It is my reward for reading “Wordpress for Dummies” for over two hours. 

There’s a slight chill in the air so I wrap my sarong around my neck. The steady breeze is blowing my hair away from my face. I know when I turn around at the end of the walk the wind will whip the hair into my face so I enjoy the breeze for now.

The water is every shade of blue, like the colors of an abolone shell (even though they come from Mexico, Africa and New Zealand, not the Bahama’s). The breaking waves pulsate a foamy white.

Children’s laughter is in the air although I cannot see any children close by.

A multitude of foot prints cluster in the sand; I walk among them. I notice small footprints for a while then they disappear.

I imagine a father carrying their child for a ways then tiring so he lets them walk a ways till they cry to get back in his arms.

Suddenly I see the smallest of footprints. It looks the size of a new walker once they become steady in their steps.

I imagine the parent carrying them most the way until the child squirms so much the parent must let them go and they explore the warm sand squishing threw their toes.

My children are almost grown and I am envious of the excitement that rubs off from such young souls. I want to be with that energy for even one moment so I gently put my foot in their footprint and I close my eyes. I savor in this happiness and blissfully move on, my steps lighten up noticeably.

True joy can come even in the smallest of sizes.