September 10th 2011
I was imagining children. Happy somehow. Outside in the open air. Perhaps dancing. And a feather that could see them there. As it floated by. And hovered. And seemed to be transforming. And there was a rainbow which was formed simply from colored thread. Woven together. And there was a sense of safety in that.
And then there was music.
A sense of order...
And dancing (but no dance contest).
I began thinking a lot about telling the children the truth as a form of comfort. Instead of the common practice of hiding it.