We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of dreams.
― Arthur O’Shaughnessy, Ode
We snuggled up in my bed for an afternoon nap last week, a rare (and delightful) occurrence these days. With my eyes closed, I listened to the quieting, steady rhythm of your breath, your thumb-sucking interspersed — fast-fast-slow, fast-fast-slow.
When people wonder from where come the ideas and dreams that turn the world on its head — it is here, in casual afternoon naps, cradled in the music of breath and sleep.
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{sleep} on Spilled Milk today
Comments
I’m really loving this “Spilled Milk” series. In awe over all the photographs in the collection each week.
Thank you, Caitlin! There are some pretty amazing women working on that space. I’m really grateful to be contributing.
oh, thats so cute!
Loveliest Lara
Thank you, Lara! I still love watching my kiddos sleep.
Beautiful, B.
Thanks, Kiki. You’re always a great encourager.