After half a winter of cold feet and double socks, new slippers. Darkest green, embroidery that makes me think of Japan, soft bottom, and so so so warm. Why did I wait so long?
They just got here and haven’t even been on my feet for more than five minutes, and they’re already collecting dog hair. Welcome home.
Every morning, while I make my half cup of coffee, after you’ve had your breakfast, you get your baby and wait for me.
You follow me back to my studio, Little D hanging from your mouth by one foot. When I sit down, you crawl under my writing desk, on to the bed there by my feet, and as I write, I listen to you chew the beans in Mini D’s legs. Some ancient and deep instinct in you must remember eating animals whole and you probably imagine the crunch of beans as real bones.
Open Space Practice, (AKA: A Thousand Shades of Gray) 