On Becoming…To be loved by Mrs. Lovelace was like havingthe Sun turn its face to you ….Not a blinding blistering burning thing,butA focused energyA tacit acknowledgementthat allowed your imagination,the very essence of you,to be brave enough to show up.To have the warmth of that attention touch you and allow you to grow into…Whatever…Whoever …your heart said it wanted to be.Like being surrounded by...
