29 March, 2011 § Leave a comment

The answer must be,
I think, that beauty and grace are performed
whether or not we will or sense them.
The least we can do is try to be there.
Annie Dillard

Sometimes I’m convinced that the story of my dreads —
bumps, twists, scratches, freedom, constraint, color, beads, love, frustration and all —
is the story of my life this year… sort of an unexpected yet continual mirror of the soul. Who knew?

November: 4 Month Dreadiversary

January: 6 Month Dreadiversary

March: 8 Month Dreadiversary


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