18 May 2006

Matisse and Faith...

There's an unhealed and bitter 8-year old in me, so I'm told. I think She's incarnated to communicate to me through my neighbor, Bridget. Bridget is the kind of child you wouldn't mind having near you all the time. She's easily wow-ed by things you know, adores your dog, knocks on your door and reminds you to get the job as her art teacher.

Maybe Bridget's letting me know She's healing. Beckoning me into more than I am now, and so want to become.

Here's to the Bridgets of the world.

2 Comments:

Blogger mo said...

oooh girl. amen. sounds like you're answering the knocks on the door...

Sunday, May 21, 2006  
Blogger molly said...

such beautiful words. i have goosebumps.

Monday, May 22, 2006  

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