Saturday, June 17
I'm not supposed to be here, just popping in to see how my daugther is getting on...a bit messy as usual...but this workshop is better for her, more ligth than in her auntie Plumpiemousie' s attic. I just came to read you a nice quote:
"We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present and future mingle and pull us backward, forward or fix us in the present. We are made of layers, cells, constellations."
I like that woman....