"...It didn't stop raining, and the wind didn't stop blowing, as if there were too many flies and they were beginning to bother the skin of the universe. The universe was fliniching and flailing. And you couldn't fix anything. All you could do was help people. You could set up MASH units in your own life, and tend to people through the sacrament of cocoa and videos, and you could send money, and pray. Things were taking their course--I hate that! But you had to let them. I tried to slow down. Then I needed to nap so often that I concluded I had leukemia..." Plan B Anne Lamott
The sky has been scrubbed clean by thunderstorm. It was one of those diamonds-on-black-velvet nights, stars so thick you’d have to brush them away from your face if you went outside. -Kate sweetsalty blog
2 comments:
lovely, lovely, lovely.
I like it! I sort of feel like rolling around in it.
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