Letters, markings, symbols representing sounds, images, imaginings, concepts, stories. When I take time to step back and look at my hand written scrawl across the width of a page I find it amazing that what began as breath turns to thought, to written language, to shared reflections. Ideas to be interpreted by someone else, or at the least given a glance.
It is dwelling on the ordinary that brings the miraculous into focus.
My second grandson was born this week and what can be more ordinary, and more awesome, in the true sense of those words, than this. A new person in the family to shift the dynamics of connection, creating a
new family portrait.
Words fall short, best for now just to watch as he , and his story begin unfolding.
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