Playing in the circle of Love

I  remember an image that my brother gave me some time ago: he remembered an occasion when I was about 2 years old where he looked into a room where I sat alone on the floor and was playing with something. I was sitting in a sunlit circle, and was deeply involved/present with something.

When he gave me that image, something in me remembered: it was God I was engrossed with.

And the mind in that 2-year-old was not 2 years old: this was an intimate relationship.