Feeling the cold squish of paint through your fingers; the tight caking on your rainbow-splattered arms; the laugh bursting from your belly.
Finger painting is freedom, is joy, is pleasure. Grateful you could remind me.
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Favorite Quote
“When you wake up in the morning, called by God to be a self again, if you want to know who you are, watch your feet. Because where your feet take you, that is who you are.”
– Frederick Buechner, The Alphabet of Grace
Noon
“Hawaii is my happy place,” I said to no one, ever, at any time. The morning was too bright, too hot, and too lonely.
But the light’s beginning to change. Happiness, like a cockroach, has a way of creeping up on you.
Wooden
Loss unspeakable shatters the morning.
Hollow and heavy, I look up and realize the air is still.
Favorite View
Walking the loop, the sun on my back, I glanced to the left and found paradise.
Blue
His eyes are like oceans, playful and joyous and deep.
His daddy smiles at me through the blue.
