Category: Parenting
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Keep this gift we gift back to God always!
Some describe you as skin, a luminous embrace. Some describe you as water, with your enduring grace. Some describe you as earth, seeing how you are endlessly unfazed, but I call you our soul, our son, with an unblinking gaze. Happy Birthday, our gift we gift back to God always. Your name is all you…
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Keep dreams at a park!
We went to Pioneer Park today. A small park on Taille Street, off Manchester road. Four children were fascinated by the playground that lined the park. Three boys and a girl wearing a red tie dye shirt. Tall oaks lined the park. About 21 if sitting on a black park bench across from the restroom.…
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Keep this month of June, our month of beginnings, of love!
If you retrace the steps that led to Belle, move back to the paths we crossed and the people and places too. If turn back to the moments where our souls shivered in admiration of things simple, like falling rain, the heavenly scent of leaves after rain, the warmth of the sun, or song of…
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Keep motherhood as a site of resistance!
These thoughts came to me this evening. They are unfolding but for now, happen you tell the dreams that outlive you. Those that cause your blood to surge, those that form countries of their own. Motherhood is like a country, with powerful roots that take shape on their own, discovering the point of light, the…
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Keep Mother’s Day with those who paved the way!
I remember sometimes, the moment it began, on an avenue in Paris, rue Garibaldi, I believe, next to metro 6 line, a laboratory, all next to UNESCO, the place I once called work. The announcement was swift against a former life slowly dissolving. You are with child, in French, was all I heard, with new…
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Keep gathering with your community!
When we gather, with tiny legs and colorful eggs we do so in love, in light, and with a grace that has no bounds…
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Keep all the ways children see themselves!
Noontime or nighttime, at any hour in between, one of them doodles away, with no noise, no sound, no distractions, nothing at all. Then slowly, like the first drop of rain, something emerges. A lake’s song, earth day, getting wise on words, will bring eyes full of peace. As the whole scene plays out, in…
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