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Surrogate blue/grey/brown eyed Girl we be lov'n

You entered our lives when we needed you still, not sure what that meant in any portion of know but it continues to grow and ever-essent more flow.

You were blue/brown flecked gazed in our life long and fill. You always endure, well rounded, nourished brain filled.  And we gaze on you.

Not because I yearn for the live daughter but simply because I get to witness a daughter saunter swift and make lift never falter.

You are magnificent in your inquisitive science quest and I feel fairy god mother of your teal topaz quest.

Darling girl Zea, you are our true blue/grey/brown blew and as life shifts to unrecognizable focal, you will remain our ever cast mast blast fast blaze of making something remarkable.  

Thank you dear heart for allowing us to love you.

We are greater people parent care because of such steps of loving outside of blood regard.  

The Path

Tattoo

Not soft but oh so concentrated still.
Meaning less than what we tell to feel or seek for pull.

This Tattoo is embedded in the crystal zone of our story long lorn and what we do with it is our journey's given life fill.

The Tattoo is her seen, her heard, her lent and her form family still.
She is our Nora V Bam, Bam, Bam quaking for life's breaking to the other knowing, to the other showing.

Never do I know the ink press she bestows but I always know she is zing print perfect in her fire blows.

We take it.
We fake consciousness in it but we never second guess the living magnitude of breathing it.
She did not.
She now is imprinted on my back, my husband's back.

We are family.
Let the story be told.
Let the family be whole.

Birth Become

Birth Become
Birth Become, you've got that bend son.

Luna changing all around and you are crescent on horizon sound.

5 years ago the moment anniversary of still birth.
She
All
Make
Fall
Just feel the very tall in her telling and making of symbol quest.

Birth Become
Birth Become, you've got that bend it through son.

Voice not knowing, but being steadfast in our conquer to understanding the tests.
Not falling.
Not being of anything but a puller to find past.

5 years you are our lady guide clearing visions for our firm family pass.
We pass to visions of truth.

We feel you as blue breathes midnight to her hue.

We are here.
We are fierce.
We are fire.
We are tattooed tribe.

5 Years: Our "Family Stamp," Our Tattoo

Five years ago this February 28, we wanted Nora to never be forgotten.  Five years later, we still want her story, our family story to be told.  This print on our backs is the Divine weight of storytelling in grief's ebb and flow.  She, us, we are now visible.  May our story help others find voice in the family fabric story.  May family stories never be muted from fear.

Mistress Grange

The Grange, five years ago shy held timber wall stories and muffled cries.  We held our time of Nora mourning in these timber logs and although it had a kitchen and bath, it felt like a sacred burning box.

And now I walked strong head high beside my partner and live sons thrive to the very same space to celebrate the new stage of giving in communities we be living.

I walk back to this grange, five years ago shy, new dew eyed reminiscent of my young path and the smell of old pioneer was anything but pallet make for fast.

Slower, she Grange said in gentle fold to understand the unfold.  She held us as we wept for the Nora daughter so lost and yet so felt.  So lent and yet so intimate and life altering are the days, months, years.  And later as I sit in front of a school community we helped manifest, I know old Mistress Grange still makes plans to sing the flame to what must be fame as some helpful quest.

Not sure what this translates but the wood standing still can vibrate stories truer than what we can do to only stand still.

Listen, breath and be of a worker bee building communities that grow the love of what was lost and what can be found.

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Nora is our daughter.  She was born and passed away five years ago this coming February 28 from Trisomy 18.  Her memorial was held at Lisabuela beach park and Vashon/Maury Island Grange Hall a week later.  A loving community of family and friends circled us as we grieved.  We have never forgotten such loving kindness.  

Klahanie Nursery School was born out of the residuals of such kindness and birthed a new community of joy and celebration, all encompassing the meaning of life shifts.  

Klahanie Nursery School 2011 Winter Party was held at the Vashon Grange in order to solidify the tansformative experience of what it means to be in a community: new, old and growth for more.

Thank you to all who have been active and witness to this transformation and embraced it as such.  What an honor to experience such power of cohesive life intention and be surrounded by people who live inspiring lives.

There is much more to come, no matter the age!

Sincerely,

Emmy