It was a busy day, but nevertheless, twice I found myself sitting on our picnic blanket with the two little ones, watching the clouds, collecting pine cones, listening to them play, watching them run and jump and climb trees. We whiled away part of the afternoon in our front yard. And we were able to bike to the park for AppleApple’s soccer practice. It meant a late evening for everyone, but worth it.
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My name is Carrie Snyder. I'm mother of four, writer of fiction and non-, dreamer, contemplative, mid-life runner, coach, forever curious. I'm interested in the intersection between art and spirituality. What if the purpose of life is to seek beauty? What if everyone could make art?