Over the past few months I have been spending many hours here (and elsewhere too) exploring through Theatre of the Oppressed. It resonates with me in ways I could not have predicted and in ways I do not fully understand just yet. Today I am grateful for this time, this learning, this glimpse of a path that I start to see before me. "Caminante no hay camino sino estelas en la mar."
When the littlest cyclist gets tuckered out they nap on the papa for the last half mile
w e f i t together, somehow
Spring league. I should not have been surprised by the fierce focus, the determination, the strong sense of self.
sunshine + icy snow + a little fuzzy mitten