Comments on: Ian’s Shadow http://www.inwardrenewal.com/2010/04/29/ians-shadow/#utm_source=feed&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=feed Mon, 14 Nov 2011 14:08:53 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.0.2 By: Star http://www.inwardrenewal.com/2010/04/29/ians-shadow/comment-page-1/#comment-690 Star Tue, 11 May 2010 03:02:40 +0000 http://www.inwardrenewal.com/?p=1494#comment-690 Love the poem above! And I am also laughing at this story of Ian. Love the poem above!

And I am also laughing at this story of Ian.

]]> By: Alice Herren http://www.inwardrenewal.com/2010/04/29/ians-shadow/comment-page-1/#comment-654 Alice Herren Fri, 30 Apr 2010 18:58:34 +0000 http://www.inwardrenewal.com/?p=1494#comment-654 How cute! How cute!

]]> By: Mary Hilty http://www.inwardrenewal.com/2010/04/29/ians-shadow/comment-page-1/#comment-647 Mary Hilty Thu, 29 Apr 2010 19:44:22 +0000 http://www.inwardrenewal.com/?p=1494#comment-647 I love it! What a guy! Do you have Robert Louis Stevenson's poem "My Shadow"? Here it is: I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me, and what can be the use of him is more than I can see. He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head,and I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed. The funniest thing about him is the way he likes to grow--not at all like proper children, which is always very slow; for he sometimes shoots up taller like an india-rubber ball, and he sometimes goes so little that there's none of him at all. He hasn't got a notion of how children ought to play, and can only make a fool of me in every sort of way. He stays so close behind me, he's a coward you can see; I'd think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow sticks to me! One morning, very early, before the Sun was up, I rose and found the shining dew on every buttercup; but my lazy little shadow, like an arrant sleepy-head, had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep in bed. Happy shadow hunting, Ian. I love you. Grandma I love it! What a guy! Do you have Robert Louis Stevenson’s poem “My Shadow”? Here it is: I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me, and what can be the use of him is more than I can see. He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head,and I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed. The funniest thing about him is the way he likes to grow–not at all like proper children, which is always very slow; for he sometimes shoots up taller like an india-rubber ball, and he sometimes goes so little that there’s none of him at all. He hasn’t got a notion of how children ought to play, and can only make a fool of me in every sort of way. He stays so close behind me, he’s a coward you can see; I’d think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow sticks to me! One morning, very early, before the Sun was up, I rose and found the shining dew on every buttercup; but my lazy little shadow, like an arrant sleepy-head,
had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep in bed. Happy shadow hunting, Ian. I love you.
Grandma

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