Telling: Altars & Artifacts



Arrived safely at the Carolina coast today. It's 100 degrees but there's a good breeze going. The ocean's warm as bathwater, which is nice 'cause we all pretty much needed one. It took Tucker awhile to decide to get wet, but when he did, he waded in till the water reached the top of his legs, then he stopped, his eyes widened, he lifted his arms and delcared: "I'm in the sea." Then burst into: "Dancing in the sea, I'm dancing in the sea. I'm dancing in the sea."

A Mother's Journal

field notes from
1997 - 1999