Positive Aspects

THE WORLD IS YOUR OYSTER, THERE ARE MANY NEW THINGS WAITING FOR YOU TO DISCOVER THEM. AND AS I AM SURE YOU REALIZE EACH NEW DISCOVERY WILL BRING YOU MANY WONDERFUL THINGS!!

LOT'S OF LOVE,

JULIE.

I know that little girl. I took that picture. She used to sleep with me every night. When she was three she had pneumonia and was horribly ill, although she didn't act it. I slept on a cot by her hospital bed, to be with her. When she was better we would walk down the hall and all the nurses and visitors would stop to talk to her, because she was a beautiful, skipping child one could not pass without acknowledging, perhaps hoping for some of her beauty and spirit to rub off.

When I picked her up from daycare I would watch her before she knew that I was there. She always had scarves from the dress up box tied around her head and arms and neck and the colored silk would rise and drift as she ran, like a faery butterfly. She was a dark and dancing gypsy baby dropped into a bland, light skinned, light eyed family, who were entranced. At that time in her life she was more reactive than reflective. Later, as a big girl she was such a tomboy. Then when I would pick her up from day care she would be playing kickball in a dusty field, barefooted. Her long, curly hair would be sweaty and tangled and she would have that sweet child smell, that only young creatures have.

I don't often see that little girl in the woman she became, although I know that she is there. The woman is more reserved and thoughtful and less likely to react suddenly, but once in awhile there is a flash and I tell her to let the gypsy out more. Perhaps she is less tender because of the wounds of the world. I once wrote a poem for her about that. She should put it in here.

But I love the woman, as I loved the child, and I have a million pictures of them both, that I watch, in the theater of my mind.