Feb 21, 2006 21:13
"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