maybe there will always be a voyeuristic element to my personality--that element that makes me claim over and over again that I have often felt like a ghost haunting even my own skin--displaced, oddly unhinged and out of time, looking at photographs (szarkowski has nothing on me), wandering through time.
But what I am trying to say on this, your birth day, is that I meant it, sincerely. You have a beautiful family--this coming from the ghost who has haunted all the pretty families. What you have created is a masterpiece from unlikelihoods, and just like the great impressionist paintings, perhaps from so close a vantage point you cannot see the cathedral, but I see it.
And the love you have sown along the way, ("Everyone in me is a bird.
I am beating all my wings" --anne sexton
They are, they are there, beating their wings, bearing up the beauty of it all.
