I feel captivating when…

I feel captivating when…

I sing Rosemary Clooney songs

I read, especially children’s books, out loud

I pin back my hair with something delicate and decorative

I examine an intricate craft with only my eyes, trembling at the thought of touching it

I wear anything made of satin and silk

I’ve stunned another’s expectations of my abilities and strength

I’m covered in dirt, my wild hair loose with abandon

I’m immersed in a book and forget where I am in time and space

I walk along the shore alone

I tilt my head back, with eyes closed, and allow the sun to kiss my face

I develop film in a dark room

I lead dynamically, finding each opportunity to pause

I am loved.

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