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your children are not your children
they are the sons and daughters of life’s longing for itself.
they come through you but not from you
and though they are with you they do not belong to you.
you may give them your love but not your thoughts,
for they have their own thoughts.
you may house their bodies but not their souls,
for their souls live in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit,
not even in your dreams.
you may strive to be like them but seek not to make them like you.
for life goes not forward nor tarries with yesterday.
Kahlil Gibran The Prophet
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sad
i will miss the little studio and opening the sky lights in the morning (that first, fresh burst of air). i will miss seeing the quails scurry across the yard and the big open sky - all the laughs and misadventures. i will miss being able to walk around in his shirts in my underwear making tea and cocoa, feeling like i finally have a home. something about here feels so us. i will miss watching the glittering embers die and the cold, dark walk back across the yard, feeling like i’ve been here before or all my life. i will miss how perfect it is in this cabin, how gorgeous both inside and out. i will miss feeling like me and my love have our own little mountain home near the woods and days full of napping, kissing and cuddles. i hope i can come back here someday, i know that Gail wants us to. i’m afraid that i’ll never be able to have something like this ever again for some reason, even though it’s all i want. it seems silly to leave when this is all i want but there’s adventure ahead.
i’ll have to take lots of photos before we leave. i wish these moments could last forever, i hope we spent them well. i’m crying over these last few weeks and i feel like my heart is deflating.
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