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lying on our backs heat from the cement radiating through the blankets we've laid out Harper holds a delicate leaf in her hand arm straight, one eye closed, she carefully moves her slender arm until the leaf glides in front of the golden summer sun illuminated, its intricacies revealed, the once small leaf becomes a metropolis filled with highways and roads. a hidden world unveiled peering for a moment, she turns her head toward me. with a gentle smile, a twinkle of delight in her eye, and with the warmth of the sun, she says, "this is for you, dad." ❤️

Wren wanted to feed the birds in the cold weather. From toothpicks and plastic bottles, to glued dominos, to cans with a perch, to 3d modeling and printing—a work in progress. Fun to see the girls iterating, all spurred by Wren’s desire to feed the birds left in the cold 🐦 Girls are using tinkercad and prusa printer.

it’s rainy, overcast, and the air is thick, there’s a lone bird singing. we like to go for walks on these kinds of days. and every once in a while, piercing the warm humid air, there’s a fragrant sweetness. hidden, a bed of moist dirt has become home to a family of rain lilies. If you’ve never seen them before, they’re a delicate white flower. pure, simple, with anthers, yellow like the sun, with a smell that’s pleasant and sweet. sometimes they’re pink. they only last a day, then they fall away, just waiting for another cool rainy day. they wait for the darkness. for the air to be thick and heavy to flower. almost like they want the world to see, that even in the absence of the sun, there’s beauty and beginnings. i think it’s my favorite flower.

we were quiet for most of the time we spent here. there's something about islands of captured pasts-drifting-colliding, slowly withering away into the very ether it once floated upon

Gravity. Its this tangible feeling of depth in certain moments of my life. Like I'm swimming in the moment; body, mind, and soul flowing slowly through particles so dense with feelings and presence, with life, that it condenses time making hours feel like minutes.. It's these moments that I can fall into like it was yesterday. ~Emerson and I sneaking off from camp to watch the sunrise together

. As long as the water flows a river stays a river. i watch my thoughts come then go with the water of this river. Now here i stand in rich stillness, a tingling expansion overcomes. i watch the water flow on by . I am the river

somewhere within between my memories and my flesh i feel saftey I skim across the glitteride through a mist of emotions sentimental and tender thousands of droplets reflecting memories of the past a warm haze of loving faces smiles and laughter sadness and joy tears gently moving across the contours of cherished faces leaving behind a trail of a moment once lived, but felt so deeply, they have no where else to go but to pour into the world when i close my eyes and take my final breaths, its in the glitteride that life will come alive

what does it feel like to plant your hands in the soil that is life? to be unafraid of the dirt that might cover you? unafraid of the dirt that might get under your nails? to have your hands surrounded by the warm sun-kissed soil, the soil that nurtures life? The soil that connects you to the feeling of being alive? What does it feel like? where do you find it?

Eme is off to a week at a sleep away camp. What is she thinking about when she has a moment to herself? Is she missing us? I am missing her. Do love and curiosity live next to one another within us? Because I want to know what she's up to. I want to know whether whatever it is she's doing is making her feel alive. I want to know that she feels safe. Do love and time go hand in hand? Because my love for her extends far beyond the here and now all the way to the grand life that she will live. While I miss her, it brings a smile to my face that she gets to experience this time away from what she knows and what knows her. Where she has the space to explore all the new feelings that it affords, safely, knowing that she has a home where she's loved and cherished if ever she needs a reminder of the love that’s always there in her heart. And, I am grateful for the summer and space it gives, allowing for the opportunity to rest and just feel ❤️ We all miss and cherish her. *Harper slept in her room last night 🥰

warmth floods across my heart like a rolling wave. my love deep like the reds of a setting sun caught in a final goodbye. goodbye tender love for the day has come and the needs of the world need this automaton. japan.march.2019

We like to talk about planets and the universe, and the concepts: finite and infinite come up sometimes. Off beat, Emerson asked me, “dad, is your love infinite?” My heart warmed, I couldn’t conjure a better way to explain the infinite than love, Emerson.

For me, exploring illuminates. The act of physically leaving the comfort of my house helps to free me from recursive thoughts and from the worries caught in the past and future; I'm not just leaving my physical house but leaving the well worn house of my mind. The new experience paves the way to the present moment allowing me to become aware of the surrounding beauty. The drive from San Antonio up to Jacobs Well takes you though some strikingly beautiful areas. Old farms, beautiful rivers who's banks feed the roots of the wise cypress trees. We met a couple with an 8 month old who had moved from South Africa to the states. We had fun sharing stories and in their company. I leave these kind of days feeling a little bigger and appreciative of what's just right outside...

I love the sound of snow crunching under the weight of my boots, the cozy warmth held under my layers of winter clothes as the cold air nips on my cheeks, and that heavy silence that falling snow brings.. the kind of silence that gives your thoughts a voice

from our road trip last year, arches np, utah. emerson relaxing into the moment. This moment guides me right to a tenderness that hides deep within my heart. A tenderness that's tinged with sadness. we have these moments in our life, shared, yet not shared. alone in the experience, yet interconnected in the struggle. not bad. not good. just part of life