*sigh* This is the final day of August Break, and it feels like the last day of summer camp. I’ve loved making these posts, taking new or sharing old pictures in response to Susannah’s prompts. This is a picture of me at about six months old. My mom tells me I was a really happy baby.
I don’t like graffiti, the destruction, the aggression it represents, the assertion of dominance and ownership so like one of my dogs peeing on something, intending to mark it, claim it.
Other times, I think it’s kind of beautiful, like the one here.
Sometimes, it can feel like a sign from the Universe, a message just for me.
Sometimes, it’s even funny.
Open Space Practice, (AKA: A Thousand Shades of Gray) 