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?