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If not for my sweet MM’s persistence, he’d be The One Who Got Away, and I wouldn’t even know it. Something kept burning inside him, though, because he came back twice over three years. He quietly kept pursuing me, even when I told him I didn’t think we were meant to be together in the long run.
That’s a loyal heart. And I’m grateful every day for it.
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How many little girls wanted to be mermaids after seeing Disney’s The Little Mermaid? Who wouldn’t, after seeing the magical undersea world Ariel lives in?
In reality, I’m kind of scared of the ocean (perhaps because Jaws came out at a very formative time in my life). I went on a trip to Hawaii in 2003, and got to swim with wild dolphins for several days, plus do a night snorkle with manta rays, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t mildly anxious the whole time.
If the sea were like Ariel’s kingdom, though… And if I could swim like Ariel… Ah, what a lovely dream.
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That feeling when you meet someone totally different from you — much older or younger, different gender, different race, different cultural background — yet you feel instantly in tune with them. That.
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When I was in fourth grade, the thing I wanted more than anything in the world was a bunny.
We had cats and a dog, and various and sundry goldfish, but I wanted a house rabbit. Preferably a flop-eared rabbit.
Mom and Dad weren’t so keen on the idea. For my ninth birthday, instead of a bunny, I found a cage in the living room with a guinea pig.
I named her Abby. She was a black-and-white checked Abyssinian. She was the best birthday present ever.
I went on to get three more guina pigs over the next several years — a friend for Abby, then after Abby died, a friend for her friend, and so on. I loved those guinea pigs, but I never did get a bunny.
Maybe that’s why they keep showing up in my art. 🙂
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I remember going to my first calligraphy conference, back in 1996.
I’d been taking classes for a year and a half by this time, but I’d never been surrounded by so many letter lovers in one place, not to mention so much calligraphy-related goodness: shops filled with tools and books I’d only ever seen in catalogs; multiple exhibits; nightly lectures; a schedule of classes all day long for a week.
I was giddy with joy and excitement. At one point I honestly remember jumping up and down because I could not contain myself!
This kind of joy is like the bubbles in a champagne glass, rising of its own accord, golden and glowing.
