The Circle Game

Very first photo of me painting...I was 3. I wonder how many of those 3x5 cards I filled up that day!!

My little Ninja...already developing his 'Endpoint' character in his head...

There have been a few most memorable moments with Edward these past couple of years. He'll be 22 years old this month, quite grown up in ways. Appreciative, he's very very appreciative, and that's big. But, it was what he said to me a couple of days ago which warmed the cockles of my heart. Mom, he said, I was looking at your blog, and you know those drawings that you do (here it comes...). With a grin on his face which could only be described as pride, and a glimmer in his eyes, he said, (lo and behold), you have quite an imagination...what's going on in that little head of yours???? I smiled, inside and out. All I can say is, as parents, we live for these moments. My dear friend, Yo Mama tells me that on the other side of 26, they come around alot more often. Right now, I am still basking in the afterglow.

'And the seasons they go round and round

And the painted ponies go up and down

We're captive on the carousel of time

We can't return we can only look

Behind from where we came

And go round and round and round

In the circle game.'

Joni Mitchell, 'The Circle Game'

Imagination