Now to my story. About four months ago, I met a friend, Jane Ellen Plotkin at a coffee shop in Topanga, CA - a place known for nuts, fruits, and flakes - okay my friend Jane is not a flake - but I sware to you, you feel as if you have stepped back into the hippie era. Peace, love, no war, man.
This week we met at the same coffee shop. When we were there the first time - there was a man drinking coffee who had the most gorgeous white cockatoo sitting on his shoulder (see what I mean about different? who drinks coffee with a cockatoo sitting on his shoulder?) anyway I asked the guy if I could pet his exotic bird. He said, of course.
So I reached out to pet her, and she said in the loudest voice imaginable, "I AM EMMA. I AM EMMA."
A true Spirited Woman if I ever heard one. Clearly I never forgot Emma.
Well, today Emma's Dad (a very loose description) was at the coffee shop. I walked up to him and asked him how Emma was. He almost fell over since he didn't remember me. He then said, "Emma, is at home. She is sitting on an egg." I asked why. He said, he has her sit on an egg twice a year for a week each time, so that she remembers that she is a bird. I told him to be sure and tell Emma that Nancy says hi.
I rest my case about Topanga.
And in terms of Emma - I will always hear her voice of strength. Thank you, Emma. I AM NANCY.