yesterday, beana and i spotted a patch of blue in the sky and headed to our favorite park. as she slept, i settled into a walk where i slowed down to really notice. as i looked around, i realized that red was dancing all over the place in this little snippet of this huge park. dancing. and this dancing continued to push me to see that i am finding my way; it is slow but real. i am finding my way to getting outside and taking photos of other things. i am seeing the world with the same eyes (the same heart) i always have...but i am wiser, a bit more full of cracks and creaks, and i am leaning into my realness with each step, with each breath.