One Step at a Time
We make it through the mud.
One step at a time.
We make it.
Toma Mi Mano
She whispered into the tops of their heads, brushing the hair out of their faces with her fingertips.
"Tomo mi mano," she sang, as they walked out into the sacred waters together.
I didn't look it up to translate. I didn't have to. The act of being held, of holding, is universal.
Niki Wise / Krause Springs, Austin TX / River Story
Mysteries are not to be solved: The eye goes blindwhen it only wants to see why. -Rumi
Jessie / River Story / Austin, TX
Sometimes it's not about finding beauty in paradise.
Sometimes, you find yourself in the middle of murky, uncharted waters, and it's here, where the truest beauty (often in the form of brilliant courage) arrives.
Jessie taught me that tonight. And with mud-stained-feet, I am so grateful.
