The Light of Winter, day 7
The eyes: an opening to the light inside, your inner light. Are they deep-set, prominent, almond-shaped, doe-like? Are the pupils dilated or pinpoints? Is the expression gentle or hardened, open or distant?
Or is my inner light just the product of two other people who saw the light in each other's eyes?
Or is my inner light just the product of two other people who saw the light in each other's eyes?
The Light of Winter, day 6
Takes no deep thought to understand The Heart's Light. The only question is which picture to use.
My heart's light, and the light of my father's heart. This picture of my dad and grandmother was taken in her apartment, about six months before he died in 2006. My grandmother turned 90 this year.
My heart's light, and the light of my father's heart. This picture of my dad and grandmother was taken in her apartment, about six months before he died in 2006. My grandmother turned 90 this year.
The Light of Winter, day 5
I'm behind on posting, but here's my response to the Light of the Moon and the Stars.
Above is TwoBoo at age two months, sleeping on Daddy's chest.
My small people are my moon and stars. (Which is a good thing, because they're still at the age when they wake up unexpectedly while the moon and stars are still out.)
But seriously, LK asks a good question: "What stars exist in the firmament of your life that remind you to think beyond yourself?"
Light changes what it touches. Whatever happens to The Boy and TwoBoo changes me as well. Sometimes I feel like I'm living three lives at once, trying to anticipate what they'll need to feel safe and happy. And sometimes I just watch the glow from their skin. They are here, I am here, and that is enough.
Above is TwoBoo at age two months, sleeping on Daddy's chest.My small people are my moon and stars. (Which is a good thing, because they're still at the age when they wake up unexpectedly while the moon and stars are still out.)
But seriously, LK asks a good question: "What stars exist in the firmament of your life that remind you to think beyond yourself?"
Light changes what it touches. Whatever happens to The Boy and TwoBoo changes me as well. Sometimes I feel like I'm living three lives at once, trying to anticipate what they'll need to feel safe and happy. And sometimes I just watch the glow from their skin. They are here, I am here, and that is enough.