"I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I am. I am. I am."
The Bell Jar
I found this quote online today. I had forgotten how much I love poetry, especially the poetry of Sylvia Plath. This reminded me of my school days and made me sigh. My friend's father died recently and I sent her a care package with loose teas and a chocolate bar. She listed on her FB page that I nurtured her soul in college, and I am still nurturing it today. Smiles. She was trudging through Shakespeare. We used to trudge through Shakespeare together before exams and take turns reading the parts. Such fun times.