Sister’s Here

Ran across this older picture of Siggie holding a starfish at the beach. I think she’s brave just to hold it. Starfish aren’t fish.  They have no brain or blood. They can grow back lost arms. They eat mussels, clam, oysters; they’re mostly carnivores. They have little suction cup feet structures that capture their food. Their stomache comes out of them to nibble. They can’t live in fresh water.

There is a parable about a starfish. A child walks along a beach after a terrible storm  that washed up thousands of starfish. The child is throwing starfish back into the water, when someone states the child  cannot save them all, cannot really make a difference. The child replied—I made a difference to that one. Al Harpenau once gave me a starfish pin to remind me a teacher may not be able to a make a difference to all…but even to one will make a difference.

More early flowers bloom.   Helen is here with me. The news had me down and I welcome a change in my everyday existence.  It’s so nice to have a sister who is also a friend.