From me to me

Yesterday I sat for a friend who is practicing drawing - I say practicing although to my eyes it looks pretty darn great already. I got through about fifty more pages of David Whyte's book.

The last person to draw me was my grandfather and I was about three years old. I wish I could have a good chat with that three year old, and watch her play. I would ask her what she loves to do, what makes her smile. Get me in touch with my inner bubbles of knowledge.
She'd make a funny face and lose patience pretty quickly I'm sure.
She was, and is, pretty feisty.