Monday, November 17, 2008
I remember my Gramma making this same expression sometimes when she was thinking. One more flash of the incredible heritage we have in family. As if the antithesis to society's decay, we pass on a little bit of who we are. And like Gramma's expression, it appears in moments of its own choosing, echoes of who we came from.
What a great work of art to be a part of - the hilarity and delight of looking like our generations, but also the elegance of souls linked together through time.
Always in motion.