When I was a little girl, I used to stare in the mirror, taking time to study my face- it's lines and colors and indentations. I remember one time as I stood there gazing, I wondered if I was really a grown-up in the middle of a dream. Dreaming I was a little girl looking in the mirror.
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Just tonight, I was laying in my bed and trying to remember that little girl face I used to fix upon so intently. In my mind's eye, I could mostly only see sweet Ada's face. Then I began to wonder if I was still that little girl, dreaming of my adulthood. But I knew it couldn't be. I could not have been capable of imagining such amazing experiences. I live a relatively simple life, but my little girl self could never have dreamt up the clutch that is my beautiful little family. How could I have conceived how challenging it would be sometimes? Or how inexpressibly lovely?2.
1.) Pablo Picasso - Girl Before a Mirror - 1932
2.) Chirstoffer Wilhelm Eckersberg - Woman in front of a mirror - 1841
2.) Chirstoffer Wilhelm Eckersberg - Woman in front of a mirror - 1841
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Love the art and have been privileged to see #1 in person. Come stay with us in NYC and we'll spend all day at the MoMA.
Marci and Dan, I thought of you when I posted the Picasso. Just one of the hundreds of reasons I NEED to visit that city!
to my fellow day dreamer...i love you. xox
Why don't I remember that?
"crasis"...wow. I had to look it up. I thought you might have meant "crisis", or maybe you got distracted after beginning "crappy", but that didn't fit your post too well.
Sorry I missed the blessing last night.
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