Watercolors

Impromptu painting
this afternoon at the table —
the table around which so much centers:
family meals, conversations,
stories, questions, projects, colors, abundance . . .
Our couch may be tattered
and our table may be worn,
but we are here living together
with our hearts open
and our eyes filled with wonder.

Baby King

He calls this: “King!”

“It is play, not properness, that is the central artery, the core, the brain stem of creative life. The impulse to play is an instinct. No play, no creative life. Be good, no creative life. Sit still, no creative life.”

— “Woman Who Run with the Wolves” by Clarissa Pinkola Estes: Ballantine Books, 1992: p. 234.

Eclipsing

“It’s like watching the eclipse in your own private room!” Ellen announced.

All the excitement left Wallace tuckered out. (For 2 seconds.)

Big Glen

I was pretty nervous about being on a boat for four hours with Wallace. Tight quarters + a toddler didn’t sound like a good idea to me . . . but after a rough start he loved the adventure, and watching cousins and uncles on the tube made all the baby antics worth the trip.