Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Has anyone described this before? I've never read it, and I've read much and often. That feeling you get when a beloved teacher puts her face close to yours and helps you read the words aloud. Who helps you finally, properly spell "because" or "definitely". That tiny, swirling feeling when a child puts clothespins all over the back of your shirt and declares that you are a porcupine. It's a quiet feeling of love in its purest form: true, innocent, calm, peaceful. It tingles your shoulders and makes the edges of your mouth hum and buzz a bit and lift at the corners. When mermaids are real and tin can phones work and good pirates are around every corner. Or when you're tiny and someone brushes your hair in long strokes.