“In my own worst seasons Ive come back from the colorless world of despair by forcing myself to look hard, for a long time, at a single glorious thing: a flame of red geranium outside my bedroom window. And then another: my daughter in a yellow dress. And another: the perfect outline of a full, dark sphere behind the crescent moon. Until I learned to be in love with my life again. Like a stroke victim retraining new parts of the brain to grasp lost skills, I have taught myself joy, over and over again(15).” ― Barbara Kingsolver, High Tide in Tucson: Essays from Now or Never
Posted on: Thu, 25 Dec 2014 23:47:29 +0000
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