“ I place solitude in a frame on my desk and call it, the one I love. ”
Maybe if I could slip into Sylvia's mind, sort out the spices in her rack, alphabetize them and dust them off. Maybe then I'd understand how it's the little things that pull you under.
~ Kelli Russell Agodon
We must live with our hearts in our hands - like Mary.We must hold the blood-red heart and no be disappointedwhen others look away.
As I go under, I wonder if there’s a reason for art?
Yes, it hurts to fall— ache, tenderness—but each scar is a sign your system is working.
