What Was Enough

The Neighborhood Crazy (me) found herself in the mirror on a tree, and there, too, found her world—the comings and goings, the cross roads, the sky, the branches waiting for leaves. She wanted it all. She wanted it to make sense and to transcend, so that it wasn't just her story anymore, but a life decoded and returned.

She wrote down what she saw. She took pictures of it. She ran toward it, and she held back, and nothing was ever enough.

What was enough were the voices that answered back, that entered the world this Crazy sketched, conjured, contemplated, loved. What was enough was you.

A Happy Valentine's Day to all of you who make this life so much bigger.