Well, I guess I can count on two things by evidence in Samara's post:
a: I'll never be as good with a CS knife & I will always remember my humiliation at the edge of her blade.
b: She'll always be a better writer than I.
I've always been quite impressed with the way Samara is able to put thought and emotion down on paper. Samara has not met much of my family yet, but I will say this is one gift that seems to flow for many in our tree. My Grandmother had a way with words that was passed onto my mom, aunt and uncle, and for each the gift is used in different ways. Now further yet, in the form of poetry, my cousin Catherine will conduct a symphony of words with seemingly little effort. I wish that were true for me however writing is my Goliath, my thorn. It is an adversary I go into battle with each and every time I put pen to paper. People like my Grandmother, Catherine, & Samara are like David, that go into battle needing very little to conquer a monumental task. Their words are like simple, smooth stones that crush with impact and purpose, while simultaneously creating peace and understanding. It is an art I appreciate and see. A picture may be worth thousand words. But the pictures their words create for me are priceless.
written by: kyle
Saturday, August 25, 2007
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