Kripalu, Day 2

posted April 28, 2009


Here is the house we are getting to stay in. I cannot believe how lucky I am.

Today Elle ran barefoot across the asphalt in the driveway of this house. She picked her feet up quickly and danced around a little and said, “It’s crusty on the ground, Mama.”

At the workshop, she made herself a nest out of the meditation pillows:

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