the aim of waking is to dream,
remember so (forgetting seem) - e.e. cummings
(or why this space was silent) There was a visit from beloved faraway family, a perfectly timed jaunt to the theater to see Rio, and thunderstorms that produced a tornado watch, a Mighty-Mini-Retreat in the making discussed on a rainy day in a cozy cafe over a buttered croissant and hot coffee, a telephone call from a friendly paleontologist, some Mother's Day makings and birthday party planning...
a spontaneous picnic near the newly bloomed lilacs...
so fragrant in the setting sun
savoring the moment with lilac infused sugar that will be ready on Mother's Day
and gorgeous Pink Sipper made by her hands
sipped slowly with intention in this cup to the delight of me and my boy
and unexpected magic in our living room
and celebratory chalkings on our outdoor blackboard made by little hands in honor of Spring