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.

11.21.2007

thank you...

for this job that enriches me
for parents who'll miss me tomorrow
for a love who understands who I am
for the comfort of old friends
for the abundances of my life

for being so very good to me.

*sigh*

1 Comments:

At 11:55 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

And we did miss you. A little. Okay, some.
Love
Daey

 

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