Covered in glitter and crumbs. Waking up to maracas and fairy wings. Pockets full of rubber bands and dandelions. Buried under book piles. Dirty hands with homemade kombucha. Coffee in the rain. Waiting for that sacred scrap of silence.
Wednesday, July 09, 2008
Unity at the memorial
These were taken by our friend Abby at Marcel's memorial at Fitzgeralds where Unity danced and hung out with lots of people, including Autumn and her son Arlo.
1 comment:
Very sweet. I bet it was good for everyone there to see kids playing and dancing.
I'm very jealous of the cherries. Cherries are one of my summer-time joys. Maybe one day I'll live somewhere that I can grow them too!
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