mother and son. fish and water.3.25.3010
an afternoon walking by the ponds, flowers, and wonder. an afternoon of picnic play in the rushing wind, where we ate each bite slowly, looking around and watching the leaves blow. the sun came out and we played and touched sand. i love watching my son create warmth, life, and space for the fish, as he fed them one bite at a time. a sacred act: feeding another living creature. they didn't need his food, but they gladly received it. a generous act of hospitality. i must be reminded by these small creatures, the fish and my son that life comes in bites, in moments and joys truly savored together.
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