A participant in my Enneagram class today gave me this short piece that she wrote. She is 86 and freely shares her wisdom. She agreed to share it with you. A youngster whose needs are simple and who is easily satisfied, wants only the box of crayons containing the basic primary colors. Pure, innocent, and uncontaminated. The thick, chubby size feels just right in the small hand, and the smell transmits one, via the imagination, to places only experienced in their books of fairy tales.
Life is Just a Box of Crayons
Life is Just a Box of Crayons
Life is Just a Box of Crayons
A participant in my Enneagram class today gave me this short piece that she wrote. She is 86 and freely shares her wisdom. She agreed to share it with you. A youngster whose needs are simple and who is easily satisfied, wants only the box of crayons containing the basic primary colors. Pure, innocent, and uncontaminated. The thick, chubby size feels just right in the small hand, and the smell transmits one, via the imagination, to places only experienced in their books of fairy tales.