My inside person (I love Lamott's phrasing there) is, indeed, soul and heart. And I do think she grows larger - takes up more space- in my being with each passing year. My outside person seems to shrink; skin, hair, bones....even my coloring washes out as I age. But this just leaves more room for my inside person. I imagine someday, when the outside can no longer contain the inside, there will be a shift in my existence. But for now (the eternal now) I am just tickled as heck to be here with you, dear reader.
Now, where is that cake? :)
Jen Jovan and her imaJENation