




The ordinary everyday brims quiet with sacred moments...
From the rousing sounds of children within the walls of the house I step, unnoticed into birdsong and the rustle of leaves overhead.
Small hands, grasp and clutch and bury and reach. And I inhale deep the moment, learning the blessing of slow lived, *real time* life.
The space it opens for me to simply be and enjoy the moment with her.
The embracing of the dawning day with a basket load under arm, and a silent, waiting line.
The decoration of socks and skirts abundant in late afternoon breeze.

beautiful photos!
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ReplyDeleteThose sweet little girl dresses ... and the light!
ReplyDeletethat's the last straw I am hanging a clothes line! Thanks for being the straw to break this camels back, we needed it
ReplyDeleteSweet and beautiful... I love the last photo!
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