The Other Side of the World

I have this rather poetic notion that with each new being I see entering the world, I’ll fold a paper crane. Each one strung below the next in long lines of memories and awe.
I’ve never seen anything being born.
My first placement begins in exactly two hours.
So there sits on my bedroom floor a delicate piece of green, gold-flecked Japanese paper (a gift from the other participant in the only birth I’ve been a part of). Green for new growing. Gold for everything special and rare and tremendous.
Poised.
Waiting to be creased and bent and folded into wings.

I was the delighted recipient of not one but Two packages this week. One even in the proverbial brown paper. In case you were wondering how much I appreciate little bits and pieces tucked up with a couple of stamps and tossed Southwards, let me make it clear now - More Than Words Can Describe.
So, consider this a thank you to anyone who has sent mail, and a gentle hint to anyone who has not (I miss the crossword from the Whig Standard), and a little heartfelt Sunday afternoon sappiness thrown in for good measure.

And as for life currently - things are excellent, diverse, engaging and with far too little emphasis on sleep and recreational computer time. In that good way. I promise a real update soon.