c'est moi

hello,

 

the thing about this picture is...it's me.  you might not know me for real.  you might be a friend i knew once upon a time, or we might have had lunch just yesterday.  chances are you have not seen "me" in a long time, if ever.  on this earth there is little that makes me more happy than the joy of children. the me in this picture is free.  free to love and share and imagine.  i would give anything to be her every minute of every day. 

 

still trying to find myself,

m

 

p.s.  seriously.  girls in any country will make little houses with you if you just ask them.  even if it's in creole or french.  city mouse or country.  kids just want to be heard and seen.  that's pretty much it.  we made les petit maisons out of concrete and leaves and sticks and candy wrappers.  and they practiced over and over how to say, "we made it!"  i can still picture their little mouths trying to form the word made - such a challenge.