... remembering the discomfort of growing out of clothing as a child...
or, buttoned up high, a too-tight school shirt & tie, squeezing against my expanding throat, making it hard to speak...
and, coats too tight under my arms holding me back...
For a time, I grew out of everything, it seems, although I never became tall...
I was a child who loved food...
Recently, I've put on a new spurt of outward growth... my ill-fitting clothing feels restrictive...
I still love food...
The symbol of outer clothing corresponds with ways in which I present myself to the world...
... I have outgrown old clothing... old ways of being...
Some items still fit... I'm noticing they were garments that gave me plenty of room to move when I originally selected them...
Some items are so small, that I haven't worn them for 40 years, but keep them, because I still think they are pretty... must be a part of me that no longer fits them, but that I continue to like... perhaps I am still attached to being a girl...
And food...
is what feeds me...
another symbol...
I am delighted by new experiences, new ideas, new sensations...
these are food of the mind, of the soul...
And on it goes...
So, may you always clothe yourself in beauty, and feast on delights every day of your life.



