Despite abundant evidence, it always evokes wonder to learn I’ve had an influence on another..
I feel proud of the legacies I leave. And then afraid. Feels like power which makes me think instantly of corruption.
May I embrace the power of influencing others through the tremendous act of being myself. And may I never be led by this power.
Another razor’s edge to walk.
*this post is dedicated to my Aunt JoAnne pictured here c.1952 with her sister (my mother) Virginia, far left, her brother Charles, and their mother, my grandmother, Josephine. JoAnne was a good and true friend.