Listening to them Breathing

Trip Start Nov 13, 2012
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Trip End Dec 12, 2012


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Where I stayed
Wingspan Farm
In the dark bedroom of our sleeping children.

Flag of United States  , Oregon
Thursday, November 1, 2012

Their breath weaves a hollow dancing pattern just above their heads.  I am seated in the comfy chair just feet from them, listening to them breathing.  Toli, 5, always falls asleep first.  Uki, 7, has recently met her biggest opponent, sleeplessness, who wears a backpack full of fear.  "Of what?" I ask, when she urgently asks for me out of the silence.  She doesn't know, making this fear no less real, just more slippery, less easy to conquer, like a mountain of jello that one keeps tryinig to get to the top of but slides down without recourse.  What's more, it's clear to her that mom and dad don't approve of jello, so the evenings are that much worse for poor Uke. 
So, here I sit, sentinel to this now sleeping duo, and thinking about how our sleeping will be in Costa Rica for the upcoming month. 
We have chosen an experiment, to leave the wet normalcy of an Oregon November for Central America where monkeys and "Hola, Como estas?" will grab our children's attention daily, we hope, creating a delighted response at each contact.

We hope you'll join us for at least part of the fun, feel free to ignore us, but I put you on this list because I thought fondly of the idea that you might read about our time and feel close in some way to our little family.  We feel close to you in some way, even from afar, when we think of you.  Let this be our way of showing it.
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