weather
Thalia sits up straight, slips Nia’s readers onto the tip of her nose, peeks at today’s calendar square, and drops her drawn out syllables. “Chop, chop! Much to do!”
Nia doesn't allow Tal’s imitation game to shake her confidence in who she is. “Nicely done.”
“They wouldn’t tease you,” Calliope mixes a memory into the morning’s play, “… if they didn’t like you.”
I try to be like a forest, revitalizing and constantly growing... Kids would tease me, calling me 'Little Bush.' But... I thought being called Forest helped me find my identity.
~Forest Whitaker
A note from LoveLetterist:
In middle school I had math teacher who used to tease me by calling me gusty, windy... and other weather related terms -- a play on gale/Gail.
He always teased with a mischevious smile and a twinkle in his eye.
(Maybe he could see that some day I'd grow into a force of nature to be reckoned with. ;))
I must have mentioned this to my father who told me, "Gail -- They wouldn't tease you if they didn't like you."
And that gift of a phrase -- that framing -- has impacted my thinking and relationships ever since.
I am loving this! Vim and Vigor with a side of “Gail” forced winds.