evidence.
3.14.2011
my son and a sweet friend played together under their table tent in the studio. they were with each other the entire time. they pretended, created, and loved one another through good play. they shared food and water. they traveled and it was a sacred time. i loved the energy of their presence and play. i fussed once when my sweet one wouldn't listen to my words because he was so focued, but even that was silly and fun. their treasured time together was a glimpse of the sacred. their life stories are woven together over these days, and we celebrate our sweet friend's five this week. his week. this is a sacred story that i can only witness, getting invited into the conversation only occasionally. i'm glad the evidence is felt within my being and is left on the items they found and named as treasures. i even step in these sacred spaces and know their presence was here.
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