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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