saturday we did a forest walk with the goats. with us joined two wild boys, age four and a half. remember how important those half years were when we were young? anyhow, it was so great to listen to them, their thoughts and conversations. what scares them, and what amuses them.
and today, far away from goats and forests, i am reading your comments and i try to find my spark again. the rain is falling and that makes me happy.