"Laughter is the evidence that we’re still here, the proof that our tragedies will not define us forever. Laughter is the language of the survivor."
I’m as sure as a girl could be.
I want to
Live a slow life
And so God smiled and said “Do it again.”
And, trembling, I said, “Oh but please, I’m so terribly tired. Might I be carried for just a moment?”
But I looked in His eyes and I knew the answer. And I heard Him say my name in that way a parent corrects their child with only a word, because they know their child knows. I knew.
I squared my shoulders.
What a gift it is to be silent with somebody.
"I wish I could write. I get these ideas but I never seem to be able to put them in words."
I love this interior so much, every time I see a picture of it I get excited. I think it was originally in a NY Times magazine…I have the page torn out but it is in VT