This Child

Can you even? If anyone else was out this afternoon they would have absorbed her sun-lit soul and maybe the heaviness from their shoulders would have lifted with her sprightly energy. Our daily exercise of grounding, feeling and simply being has screeched to a halt, at least the grounding part of the trio, with our second snowfall of the year. At least we can haul out the sled again and slip our hand out of our glove for a minute or two to touch a tree and feel the rhythms of a wise-old-sentient. Our game of “take your shoes off challenge” as she calls it, will have to wait until the white blanket has melted from the Earth, or else she would unarguably be the victor with our daily contest for I can’t bear the extreme cold, especially my bare toes.

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