• “Jenny and Molly both ran down the hill after the ball.
    “It’s my turn!” said Jenny, reaching for the ball.
    “No, I want another turn!” said Molly, taking the ball and running back up the meadow.
    “Then I don’t want to play with you anymore,” said Jenny.
    “Fine,” said Molly, “I don’t want to play with you either.” She took the ball and ran away.
    Jenny felt all alone in the meadow. She sat down and cried.
    Big tears ran down her face and fell into her hands.
    She cried until she couldn’t feel any tears left in her.
    Sitting quietly in the meadow, she felt something warm and soft touch her head.
    She looked up.
    The sun was coming over the mountain, lighting up the sky with rays of gold and orange.
    The warmth reached all the way to her belly.”

    It was an early morning. The blue sky was hiding behind dark gray clouds.
    Jenny and her friend Molly were playing in a meadow with a red ball.

    “My turn,” Jenny said, throwing the ball as far as she could.
    Molly ran after it. My turn, she said, throwing the ball as far as she could.
    Jenny and Molly both ran down the hill after the ball.

    “It’s my turn!” said Jenny, reaching for the ball.
    “No, I want another turn! said Molly, taking the ball and running back up the meadow.

    Then I don’t want to play with you anymore, said Jenny.
    Fine, said Molly, I don’t want to play with you either. She took the ball and ran away.

    Jenny felt all alone in the meadow. She sat down and cried.
    Big tears ran down her face and fell into her hands.
    She cried until she couldn’t feel any tears left in her.

    Sitting quietly in the meadow, she felt something warm and soft touch her head.
    She looked up.

    The sun was coming over the mountain, light up the sky with rays of gold and orange.
    The warmth reached all the way to her belly.

    “Oh”, Jenny said, surprised. “The sun is so beautiful and the sunshine has come right inside of me.”

    Jenny sat still and watched as the sunshine lit the trees and the green grass of the meadow. Looking down the hill, she could see the sun touching her house, making the brown roof shine.

    But soon dark gray clouds moved overhead.
    Jenny felt the first drops of rain on her hair.

    The rain got stronger and big raindrops fell into her hands.
    “The raindrops are mixing with my tears in my hands. They are both the same,” she thought.

    Jenny looked around and saw water everywhere. There was rain falling on the grass, the trees, and the roof of her house. The little pond was full of water too.

    She knew she drank water every day, took a warm bath every night, and she remembered the tears she had just shed.

    Both the water and the sun are part of me, thought Jenny. I can’t wait to tell Molly!
    Then she remembered that she and Molly had fought.

    Jenny turned to walk home across the meadow and saw Molly coming toward her with an umbrella.

    Molly came up to her with a smile and they stood under the umbrella together.
    Jenny said,” I’m sorry I said I didn’t want to play with you earlier.”
    And Molly said, “I’m sorry I didn’t wait my turn. Let’s be friends again.

    Then Jenny said, ” I just found the sun in me and the rain in me. I think you must be inside of me just like the sun and the raindrops. That means the sun and the rain and me are inside of you too”

    “That’s funny, said Molly. “I like having all those things inside me. Let’s go get warm, dry off, and have some breakfast.”

    As they walked quietly home, they passed a cow. Jenny looked at the cow very thoughtfully. The cow had made the milk that was in her breakfast cereal. So the cow was part of her too.

    They went past the wheat field. The wheat swayed in the wind. Soon it would be cut and made into flour for the bread which she loved to eat so much. So the beautiful wheat was in her too.

    Jenny and Molly suddenly stopped under a apple tree. Molly helped lift her up and Jenny picked two small green apples from the lowest hanging branch. She gave one to Molly. Jenny knew that tree was also inside her.

    Jenny was quiet for a moment, so quiet she could feel her own calm breath – her in breath and then her out breath. She knew she had learned something special that day – that she was made up of so many, many things and that she could never feel alone again.

    Molly stood next to her with a smile and then they both went in for breakfast.

    Since that day, Jenny has watched the sun come up and the sun go down many times. As the sun rises in the sky, she smiles. As the sun goes down, she says, “Bye, Bye, Sun.” She knows the sun is still inside her, even when it is dark or raining. She knows that the night and the rain are inside her as well.
    Whenever Jenny was sad, she could remember the sun and the rain, the cow and the wheat, and know that she is connected to everything else in the world.