i've written many times here in this little blog space of mine about the beauty of handmade wooden toys and the reverence for childhood that they speak to. i'm reminded as i take a look around our physical space here within our home (as the weather has been a bit rainy outside of late) of the beauty that surrounds us and i am grateful, once again, for the choices we've made as a family...
for the beauty of the environment we have created for our daughter as we go about our daily activities...
for the beauty of the playthings that she engages with as she imitates our daily rhythms...
and for the beauty of the time taken and the mindfulness that goes into each handmade, wooden work of art.
in gratitude and beauty,
shelley
