Friday, February 26, 2010


Like the story of the princess and the pea, the little bump of snow in the center of the table is an echo of sea shells, which my dear friend and amazing poet Elena Georgiou gave me.  Even in winter, summer is present.  Even in adulthood, the child in us still shapes who we are.  Thank you to all the people and events that have bumped me, and made me who I am.


Beth Kephart said...

i really like this.

septembermom said...

I agree that the child within is very much sculpting the new person scrambling to emerge. Great thoughts. Thank you.