life stories: something old & something new

each day brings more centering in this space. preparing the space itself with colors, good folks occupying the space and dreaming along...

painting hands...

painting toes.

and then... i began to look around and see...

something old...

something new...

something borrowed...

something blue...

while i don't truly see a wedding, i do see a birth. the midwives that surround me come in many forms. i am thankful for the hands that create, for the voices that name,

for the dreams dreamed and the hopes shared.

may this space continue to become something extra-special as

i prepare for the groups, the art, and the creativity that's to be birthed in this space.

may it be so.