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Show CHRYSALIS pAGE 97 years more. It's obviously useless to be discontent in a situation that cannot possibly be changed. Today I am thirty-five. I felt the baby move today. He is eight inches long, he weighs six ounces. His heart pumps twenty-five quarts of blood a day. What a beautiful thing to happen on my birthday. I read today about the metamorphosis of a Cecropia moth. The lilacs are blooming, purple and white. The earth smells of things that have withered and gone to seed and bloom again. The scent of the flowers is incredible. The boys brought me a small armful for a vase in the kitchen, but I can smell them everywhere. I heard a Swedish proverb: Fear less, hope more-talk less, say more; sit less, walk more; eat less, chew more; whine less, breath more; hate less, love more; and all good things are yours. I need something to keep my mind busy. I've decided to write again. I must be able to unearth something of value to someone - to sow where others may reap, so to speak. If I had one thought to give my children, a legacy of sorts, it would be this, and it should be graven with an |