Sunday, May 8, 2011

sacred day one hundred twenty-eight

he plays.
5.7.2011

offering some blocks for play to my sweet boy, he instantly takes them and makes them his own.  he fills his mind with stories and creates.  it's a lovely space, watching him play is so delightful. seeing his essence move from within, his sense of play and his humor. it's a sacred witnessing. 

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