In her book, Grace (Eventually): Thoughts on Faith, Anne Lamott writes a touching essay, "Nudges", about the love and friendship landscapes we wander. The pain of ambiguous goodbyes.
She writes:
"If my heart were a garden, it would be in bloom with roses and wrinkly Indian poppies and wild flowers. There would be two unmarked tracts of scorched earth, and scattered headstones covered with weeds and ivy and moss, a functioning compost pile, great tangles of blackberry bushes, and some piles of trash I've meant to haul away for years."
It sounds so much more beautiful that way, doesn't it? This is a great book.
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