Holiness has most often been revealed to me in the exquisite pun of the first syllable, in holes--in not enough help, in brokenness, mess. High holy places, with ethereal sounds and stained glass, can massage my illusion of holiness, but in holes and lostness I can pick up the light of small ordinary progress, newly made moments flecked like pepper into the slog and the disruptions.
-Anne Lamott
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
As far as we have known
As far as we have known each other, we have been married longer than we have not. You are my best friend, my one and only love.
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