I can't imagine life without this girl, in Charlotte or anywhere. Tail is the most real kind of authentic, she's goofier than anyone ever, and she is an artist in every sense of the word. She verbally processes everything with unarticulated, but perfectly intentional & carefully chosen words. She paints and draws and sculpts and sketches strangers across Starbucks. She sings melody, and lets me harmonize, and she plays piano and guitar. And, Taylor writes so, so beautifully. Talented, much? I could go on and on about how proud I am of the grace with which she has walked through ridiculous circumstances and the things she has taught me about freedom and courage and joy along the way. For Taylor's birthday, we spent the weekend in the woods hammocking, singing, painting, picnicking, and journaling. It was dreamy, and fortunately my camera came on the playdate too : ).
Hollow us out.
Scrape away those chords
that line us—
beautiful rows in twine,
banding. Branding us in
a cushion of aging layers, widening fears.
Call us
out of the captivity
we created with our systems,
we will feel light,
unarmed by our excesses
and unraveled. With threads
and scraps below our knees,
we will kneel;
We need, remembering
how it feels to be
|
lacking the independent stance
and remembering need.
empty and not
selfish, but allowing
the hallowed be.
Rising:
Wake, O sleeper
from your bed
of closed dreams
and comforts,
to open up. To
unwrap the parcel. Living
rest is at your door,
and it goes
by the name
of Grace.
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-Taylor Thomas
She's also my favorite person in the world to photograph, because it's the most fun ever... See older posts
here,
here,
here and
here.
