- this is a tale of striking out alone - learning to dance with fear, to march barefoot and bold, and to trade comfort for wild and brutal dreaming and living. It's about wishing and hoping, longing and trying, and whatever I choose to write about in between. It's about social justice and the struggle between marveling at the beauty of life and opening my eyes to hell.
Saturday, June 16, 2012
Arnou sprawled in my bugnet - all these pictures, this is what i love
about rainy season - being warm and dry and cozy - listing to the music
of the rain on the roof - everything else fades and you aren't in a
hurry to go anywhere or do anything - all appointments cancelled, just
buckets of rain and quality time with the kids