Standing in the pouring rain
Tasting clouds on my lips
All of it running down my back deep into the roots of trees and cucumber plants and tea parties for earth worms
Hope and resilience soaking through my shirt
Hair sopping with the promise of awakening
I have opened my arms wide, wider, to my Truth
That golden thread of Knowing
That feeling
Pouring down
Alive
(Pssst: big things are coming. Can you feel it?)
My couples are my friends and I love them like family. So when they have babies of their own and invite me to capture the magic, well, that's just pretty much the greatest.
Thank you, Kelly and Tyler, for having me over today to capture your beautiful daughter. My cup runneth over.
Is magical.
I want to be alive inside
the wings of things
taking flight -- to be part of the body
that does not question its place
in the sky.
-Morgan Wade, a luminous student from Awakening the Spark
(It's back to being frigid and frozen here and I am SO happy I played in the mud this week when I had the chance!)