On my nightstand:
“You know,” my aunt says,
“I once had a difficult period that lasted
twenty-four years.”
Wait. Twenty-four years?
“And it was so important to realize
that I didn’t know
what was on the other side of the darkness.
Every so often there was a sliver of light
that shot the whole world through
with mystery and wonder, and reminded me:
I didn’t have all the information.”
—Dani Shapiro, Hourglass
On my easel:
I painted some flower blobs on deli paper, tore them out, auditioned them on yesterday’s experiment by arranging them this way and that. They got the part!
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