Alive in the moment.
Engaged in the now.
A body of excitement,
Bathed in the sun’s glow.
Traces of the sea, stay to play.
As my skin drips, with jewels of spray.
The taste on my tongue is salty sweet,
Whilst waves of foam crash at my feet.
I giggle as the surf crashes to shore,
Catching a wave on a board at four.
Sand & sea are all I need,
To play this game with my board on a lead.
My Mum holds the lead & helps to catch me a wave,
No cares for the wet dress she is wearing today.
There is nothing for us to crave,
When we live in the moment & play this way.
I Am. That is All.
Visit Sleep is for the Weak Writing Workshop to see the other prompts and click here to read what others came up with. I chose the writing prompt ‘I Am’ and was inspired by Sophie’s immersion in the moment whilst playing at the beach on Wednesday evening.








You have a way with words that just awesome – feel free to pen that basset story anytime soon!
Thanks! You’re photographs really are STUNNING! I am so enjoying them. You just keep getting better and better. Amazing.
Wonderfully written Sarah. Wow Sophie is so brave going into the water, she’s such an adventurous wee soul. What a lovely inspiration for your post hey!
Just wonderful…we can just feel the spray and excitement Sophie feels as she has so much fun in the beautiful bay near your home.Love the poem !!
So fun. She looks so like Dan!
Great pictures and fabulous writing to go with them.
This is absolutely beautiful
What a lovely free little girl
How much love you have for her !
Please, print this post, keep it for her later
It is so good to read your mum loves you so much that she becomes a real artist !
Thank you so much. Children have a natural way of living in the moment that so many adults lose. They teach us so much that we have often lost along the way. x
Yes, she does π I wish I tanned like my daughters… I am always in long skirts hiding my lilly whites!
So kind, thank you x
I was so proud of her taking to the water like that. Charlotte still prefers to hold back, paddle and draw in the sand. Alice was crazy… crawling straight into the water like it was a giant bath! Scary! I never would have been able to take photos without having the help of Frances on hand to stop Alice from being bowled over by the waves!
Gorgeous Sarah – your poem and your daughter. π