Six years ago, I was snuggling up with a tiny baby that I had been carrying around for about 9 moons. He was so tiny, so precious... and inside myself, I felt something begin to bloom.

He is sitting on the floor, it is late, it is quiet. He is putting together a dragon from the Lego Viking Fortress, which was the gift his Papa & I picked out for him. He is getting pretty good at legos.

He is six years old.

Six years ago, I was living by the side of a dry riverbed, under clear desert skies.

Six years ago, we had frequent potluck parties, and drumming circles.

Six years ago, I had no idea what I had gotten myself into, but I knew I was on the right path.



Having explored that path for some time now, I am gaining a better sense of what it is, exactly, that I have gotten myself into. I feel like a visitor to a local art museum, gaining new perspectives on a well-known piece upon each visit. A sense of wonder grows within me, as I witness the unveiling of a soul.

As my son grows older, and more confident in the world around him, I see how he is uniquely himself, and what an honor it is to accompany him, for a while, upon his path...