|There are times when the direction |
of the day seems aimless and uncertain.
Empty moments when you can't touch meaning.
Can you sit ever so quiet in the sacredness of it?
I realized for the first time in my life:
there is nothing but mystery in the world,
how it hides behind the fabric...
of our poor, browbeat days, shining brightly,
and we don't even know it.
Sue Monk Kidd