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.
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 2011 Winter Party was placed 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,
Klahanie Nursery School Staff and Families
