Proud
I think I'm the one on the far left, drifting away. Today, my Mom told me stories about when I was four years old and apparently "so headstrong." Seems that back then, there was this rocking chair that I claimed as mine, and I wouldn't let anyone else sit there -- not even my Grandpa. I'd yell at him if he tried.
What can I say, I still like rockers.
But if my next partner plays a kazoo and/or spoons and a washboard, that's just fucking fine with me.
;)
Be you. I love to see people in a state of "true element," when you can tell his/her heart is singing.
Are you reading THE HOUSE OF ANCHOR? People are digging it!
C.A. MacConnell
