The grace of being held

The grace of being held

Photo Credit: Sandy Normand One of my favourite things about being a kid was being held.  Children have the advantage in being held because they are small enough to fit into their parents’ arms, into window sills and closets, and into all the best hiding spots.  Most...
I can rest. Here. Now.

I can rest. Here. Now.

Photo credit: Me  (The dust is free, a sign of my rest.) Rest calls me.  It taunts me after 11 pm, when I am awake and I know I should have been in bed half an hour ago.  It evades me when I have fifteen minutes to spend any way I would like and I choose to return the...