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!)
Today it was 50 out, and all of the snow and ice was melting so fast and all I could think about was running through the woods and anointing myself with mud. I just needed to have that rich deep dark soil smeared across my cheeks.
Proof of the thaw, on my skin.
A warrior declaration.
We made it through the heart of the fierce and biting season.
Alive.
(images by the most amazing man ever in the world: Thomas Gardella)
(today was the coldest day EVER.)
(no. seriously.)
(but it didn’t matter. because where there’s love like this, nothing else really matters.)
(location: Ashlawn Farm Coffee, Old Lyme. I’m completely smitten.)