Swimming in a cool river on a sweaty hot day
Little girls bounce and do not break
Baking oatmeal cookies
Water fountain scatters drops in the wind
Reading time in The afternoon.
Thursday, August 30, 2012
Thursday, August 23, 2012
Start again.
I used to do this... but I find I should do this. Maybe its an electronic journal. Its a way for me to think and combine photos with thinking... so here we go again. My window to the world is beginning online again.
Grace looks like scattered childrens books on my floor today. in the middle of them all is one from the library. "Portage County Public Library" stamped on its pages so it's only visible while the book is closed... Open them and the words split in half, quarters, so on until they reassemble themselves on the other side. I'm thankful for two girls who like books so much they scatter them on my floor. I'm thankful that the library still exists. The people who came up with libraries understood grace, at least a little... undeserving gifts.... we don't deserve a chance at a new book if we can't buy it, right? Wrong. You can. At a library.
Children's books.
Yesterday grace looked like clean laundry on a line and the sun dancing in the sprinkler's arcs of water while girls ran around it, actually avoiding water until I ran through with all my clothes on. "Mom, you should get your swimsuit on if you're going to jump through." "Actually Daddy, mama can go in with her clothes on if she wants to." Grace. Joy. August. Thanks for the Gifts, Abba.
Grace looks like scattered childrens books on my floor today. in the middle of them all is one from the library. "Portage County Public Library" stamped on its pages so it's only visible while the book is closed... Open them and the words split in half, quarters, so on until they reassemble themselves on the other side. I'm thankful for two girls who like books so much they scatter them on my floor. I'm thankful that the library still exists. The people who came up with libraries understood grace, at least a little... undeserving gifts.... we don't deserve a chance at a new book if we can't buy it, right? Wrong. You can. At a library.
Children's books.
Yesterday grace looked like clean laundry on a line and the sun dancing in the sprinkler's arcs of water while girls ran around it, actually avoiding water until I ran through with all my clothes on. "Mom, you should get your swimsuit on if you're going to jump through." "Actually Daddy, mama can go in with her clothes on if she wants to." Grace. Joy. August. Thanks for the Gifts, Abba.
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