The children of Yule play happily. Games once taken for granted or tainted with false pressures are as new and refreshing to them as the simple joy of a kite on a string is for the innocent. Amazement. Peace. Connection. Joy. Awe. Love and Trust in powers that make things fly on power unseen. The playful ones look and laugh at they play together in the field and their toys touch the heavens. Safe and secure under watchful eyes.
Monday, January 31, 2011
Yule 22
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