Self Esteem Grade Beautiful Shel Silverstein poem about BLUE authenticity and the masks we wear (I think, anyway). It would be beautiful to read this before doing a mask-making activity in a counseling group.
Poem text Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there; I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain