kindred spirits

I just finished rereading "Anne of Green Gables" tonight. The book just makes me cry and cry with happiness. I see a bit of Anne in myself and there's a part of me that sees Anne in everyone I love. The pride, the yearning, her passionate nature, her capacity to love and her curiosity of the world.

I am heading home to New Orleans tomorrow. I take a deep breath and head to JFK airport with way too much knitting and probably far too many books. I read six books in the 3 weeks I spent at home last Christmas. I hope to read as many if not more this year. But I know there will be much chatting, much hugging, many photographs will be taken, and many stories to be told.

Everytime I return home to New Orleans, I feel as though nothing has changed and I have only recently been there. I fear this will be the first time I can't say that. It breaks my heart a little, but I think of Anne Shirley who spoke of a turn in the road. Life was never so straight and narrow, but as in all things, this is just another turn. I can do it. Especially with so many kindred spirits in my life.