i curled my hair yesterday after a good cleaning. (washing is simple, drying is hella difficult.) i didn't go out but we had connect, which is like bible study in my home. we eat, we hang, we talk, we absorb. and helayna's family was there, sans the sea-breather herself. she has a little sister who smiles as much as others get angry, and she noticed that i've been sitting on the stairs by myself, like a wallflower. she came to sit in my lap, started tugging on my hair. "be gentle." "why?" "because my hair is sensitive." "what does that mean?" "it means... it just needs to be loved." so she pulled my face close to hers and gave my fallen ringlets a hug. and to be honest, i don't know why i love kids so much. maybe it's because they are untarnished (like costume jewelry that's never been worn) or because i see them in me. maybe it's because they understand love as a state of being, not as a feeling. maybe it's because they look up to all of us as though we are the world.
and maybe we are.
-kiss kiss kiss, a hella rad-