Follow The String

Sometimes I imagine that carry a ball of string with infinite threads that I wrap around everyone I meet, then they take it on their own way. We are all intertwined through these connections. Last summer, I took the spiderweb to Kenya, and passed it off to some beautiful people. Come on in. Watch it grow. Help me learn something.

12.20.2005

emmanuel


Soft cool snow outside -
reggae sunning itself indoors.
"I just want to lose it..." the piano crescendos,
reaching through,
completing this perfect Saturday ponderance.

SO lucky.
So. Blessed to have this moment.
So loved. by a true friend and by
myself.

I like who I've become.
A girl who drinks too much....coffee
and loves
music
with an insatiable ferocity.

I see a life
through God's eyes -
a happiness
full of appreciation for this very moment
and where I am.

-12.17.05

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