When I am in the company of greatness, and I am often in the company of greatness, I can start to feel like a very small pale human amongst very tall gloriously golden trees. Ancient trees. Wise trees. The temptation to become little is strong, to squish my heart into a little paper ball of failed dreams and smeared ink. But instead my heart is precocious. She beats like a proud little bird on the gael. I will not give in to feelings of inferiority! I too have a vision and a spirit that sings! I know that what's inside me is the same greatness as the greatness inside of you. We are one water.
Good point.
I often believe it should be our goal to stand amongst our heroes.
Posted by: Magari | February 07, 2010 at 02:54 AM