"I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart.  I am.  I am.  I am." 

Syliva Plath 

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.