122 :: 365 — Holding the Space


Picking dutch man’s britches in the evening light — wearing her boots, her jammies, and “mama’s cloak.”

Why does she call it a cloak?  I love that she calls it a cloak.

I find myself taking an extra lot of photos of her lately.  Is it my way of meditating on her?  She seems to be wanting something more from me.  Always wanting.  Wanting.

I am trying to hold the space.

Letting her want.

Wanting to give.  But not always to give what she wants.

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