top of page

Throw Back Thursday

Like Russian nesting dolls, we carry with us every age we’ve ever been.

Part of story work is getting close to ourselves at a particular age, learning to know that part of us in order to enter into lament over what has been lost. We can not redeem what has not been named and grieved.

So here’s mini me, sweet little Maggie and her squeezable cheeks. 😍


bottom of page