the hare and the dog.

Oh, the beauty your walls have seen. Sometimes, we make shadow puppets, laughing all the while at the child like joy that rips through us. Other times, it’s heavy breaths as we hold our lives in our hands, re-living story after story until there’s nothing left but each other. And a choice.

These walls have seen lifetime after lifetime, standing tall and honored and glued together by compassion and undiluted love. If I died tomorrow, I’d find them again and choose them again — forever marked by the hare and the dog and the hands of the boy and girl who created them.