Jostlin "playful" is her name. She is two. In tune with everything that surrounds her mischievous charisma, she climbs, runs, and demands. Throughout her 36 hour visit she clearly exuded her powerful personality with pursed lips and bright eyes. Within an instant she could flash a look of disdain and hollar back with a firecracker "No!" as though she had earned such a right to do so. I looked on in wonder. How can someone so small, so innocent of the world we know, already have such an intricate, unconscious understanding of human nature? No one had to demand that she act alive. No one forces her to declare her two years of stubborness. She does a fine job on her own.
In this picture, Jostlin was frustrated. She wanted to be with her sister so badly. Naomi heard her little yelps of glee and beckoned Jostlin her way. But there were obstructions before her. Jostlin could not climb the boulders nor cross the crevices that were clearly causing her hesitation. She not only wanted to be where her sister stood, she needed her sister's help to get there.
So, I sit here pondering this image. Who in my life is struggling to keep up? Who is calling out to me for a hand to step forward? Do I know them well enough to hear them? Do I love them enough to go back and get them? How about you...
After waiting months in stark anticipation, I was thrilled to recently discover the JM3 tour coming the Eastward way. However, my little fingers aren't quick enough. Only two minutes after going on sale, my chances of attending another John Mayer concert were thwarted. Blast!
