It’s been a difficult and challenging three weeks and I am finding myself less than brave. Who was that woman who wrote that last post? While reading old journals and trying to remember who I am and what I am, I run across this beautiful quote:
In spite of illness.
In spite even of the archenemy sorrow
one can remain alive long past the usual date of disintegration
if one is unafraid of change,
insatiable in intellectual curiosity,
interested in big things
and happy in small ways.