My Happy Place

This is a picture my grandaughter Kyra made. Sometimes, we have sleepovers after our mindfulness day. On this occasion when we went to bed we started to do our night time meditation,; we first started our meditation with a prayer. First we said a prayer for at all the people we knew,, then prayed for some people from war torn countries we heard about on the news, that were looking for homes to live in in our counrry, She thought about not having a home, or a school, and having to leave Ireland, and go to a strange place where some of the people there wouldn't like you.It must be awful to leave all your friends and family with no where to go she said! These were children just like her, and her brother, She said if that happened it would make her very sad. We did a body scan, to relax.We closed out eyes taking slow breaths from our head to our toes.Then we listened to see what we could hear. Kyra said lots of rain and the trees blowing in the wind. I said what else do you think might be happening outside while we're all cosy and warm in bed? She said I think the leaves are blowing off the trees and the birds are going in their nests to get warm because I can't hear the birds. I said is it time to go to our happy place? Yes that's a good idea she said, but we have to breath nice and soft and keep our eyes closed. Does everone have a happy place? she asked.Do the war people have a happy place? As she was falling asleep she told me she could see her happy place, and Jackie (her dog that had died) was there and she was going to play on the grass in the sunshine with him. She said I can see lots of butterflies She kept breathing softly and slowl,y then stoped talking and fell asleep. The next morning she made this picture where she is in the tree in the windy night checking on the little birds in the tree, but was stepping into her "Happy Place."like she did last night, I thought she described it very well and her picture tells it all.❤️‍♀️ Story and picture by Kyra Kenny 6 years old