Monday, June 7, 2010

day one hundred fifty-five

the candles are lit.
6.4.2010

there 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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