And I rejoiced in being what I was.
A lively understandable spirit Once entertained you. It will come again. Be still. Wait.
The damage of teaching: the constant contact with the undeveloped.
Live in a perpetual great astonishment.
I'm sure I've been a toad, one time or another. With bats, weasels, worms...I rejoice in the kinship. Even the caterpillar I can love, and the various vermin.
I came to love, I came into my own.