What began as a quick trip to the clothesline turned into three hours of backyard playing. Meanwhile, inside, the floors were left unswept, the dishes unwashed, and the beds unmade. Everything was perfect. Avi led the way while I followed and captured a few shots along the way.
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| Exploring limited spaces with my body |
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| Balancing |
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| And testing gravity |
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| This rock fits inside my fist... I'm hiding it |
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| Blueberry snack while I listen to the hens next door |
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| Ema and I gaze at the clouds through the leaves on the tree |
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| This is what we see |
so beautiful!!! reminds me of mary oliver's summer day poem...
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Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean-
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down-
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?
sweetness
ReplyDeletejen at paintcutpaste.com - Jen... it's so odd that you referenced Mary Oliver's poem. the last two lines "Tell me, what is it you plan to do/ with your one wild and precious life?" ... these words have been dancing in my mind day and night in the past few weeks as I am seeking out what it is that i plan to do with this wild and precious life of mine. :)
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