I wish I could do this; my white glove leaks sometimes, unbidden. At those times, I try to smile, and remember that that person, those deeds and disasters, are gone, and that now I am someone completely other, creating on a brand new canvas every day. The hard part is to let go, encapsulate, the unfortunate things that happened, or worse that I did, to my children. I suppose they need globes of their own. Globes among globes, and canvas upon canvas.

This is beautiful J. I loved waking up to it.