Wednesday, May 18, 2011

sacred day one hundred thirty-seven

making mud rivers.
5.17.2011

my sweet boy is a boy of my own heart.  as much as he's like my love, he's equally like me.  i'm glad, glad, glad that when he sees a puddle after dancing in a rain shower, he feels called to create in it.  mud comes and he's completely content.  this sacred spaces makes my heart sing, as i grew up making mudpies of my own.  

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