Joy

M U D ::: Sensory Delight


Mud
by
Polly Chase Boyden

Mud is very nice to feel
All squishy-squash between the toes!
I’d rather wade in wiggly mud
Than smell a yellow rose.

It was a rainy Monday. Then the sun peeked through the clouds for a bright moment, she lit up.

“Mama, do you want to come and play in the mud!?”

Who can resist… We splashed and jumped, we oozed our toes through the gooey mud. We laughed, and laughed, and laughed.

We’re currently loving this song from our friends Dear Saint Isaac. Especially, when our darling belts it out. Enjoy!

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Poetry of light

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Poetry of Light 

Light finds us in our wandering.

Embraces us and draws us into her warmth.

In her, we–the found–become the seekers.

Seeking fellow wanderers, welcoming them into our newly found warmth.

Hope abounding. Joy overwhelming.