the candles are lit.
6.4.2010there were gasps. when we turned the lights off and all the youth in the room could see the candle that they created that represents them: there were gasps. i will stilled by their awe. what a gift. the youth that were a part of my retreat (turned lock-in for me) were such a delight. there was not one complaint. i cannot tell you what took place within me during the holy moments of breathlessness except to say: i stayed well past my bedtime. i stayed well past everyone's bedtime. i'll hold this memory close, in each of their creative moments and the sacred moment of this holy gasp beholding color and light.
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