. . . [We] watched the half-moon out the window while we creaked back and forth in the rhythm that all women know from secrets whispered to their genes at the time of their conception.
— from Range of Motion, by Elizabeth Berg
Yesterday’s Writing Group prompt: Where or when have you felt the most relaxed and at peace?
This is a hard one for me. It’s not easy for me to relax; my mind runs a million miles a minute with things that need to be done, I worry about so many things, and I hardly ever let myself just BE. I’ve been in the middle of massages and had to catch myself getting anxious about stuff and just repeat, “Relax, relax, relax.”
Maybe the best times, though, have been when my niece and nephew were tiny babies and I would watch them for the evening while my brother and sister-in-law went out. I loved rocking them in the dark after feeding them, singing to them while they fell asleep. I would keep them in my arms long past when they were finally asleep, just watching their sweet faces and their little chests moving up and down. There is just no feeling like that in the world, is there?