she is a year and a half old. In this Rain Time we spend some hours sitting at the table. She has things she can take from the window Altar. The two boxes of incense. 3 spools of thread, a pen with masking tape around it to mark it as hers, Michelle's little lizards, the plastic magnifying glass, the bronze and brass Goat people. From the window ledge to the left, 3 stones. These, every time she's here. like ritual. We do different things with them. There are a lot of things on that window Altar that she can't just take. She points and asks. Sometimes ok, sometimes not.
I'm making this cloth to set on the table infront of us…she sits on my lap, or next to me on a pile of books. It's a Wondering Cloth. We can put things that are not hers, but mine on it and Wonder about them. I make up stories. She listens. Soon, she will be able to make up stories too and i will listen.
Curiosity. To set her loose in a world of Curiosity, a world where so many things can be true and real. To feed her imagination.
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