The monkey still makes my day. Such a sweet little face.
This week I thought I’d quote from one of my commonplace books. I spend a lot of time adding to it but then the words just sit there. I realized that is me being selfish … off the pages of some beautiful stories into my head and then out again through my fingers onto a different page only to be locked away.
I have been self reflecting so much lately. Waiting for the shoe that never drops and the watch pot that never boils. Out damn spot worry as I wait for news. Life changing news but not me, for a friend.
Anyhoo, without further ado, here is real doozy of a keeper. For anyone facing adversity, may this lift your day:
“I love that gutsy cement hero woman and I also love the real potty-mouthed housemaid with a ruffled bonnet who is buried somewhere below that crooked, faceless grave. I love the musketball not hitting me, and I also love the musketball. I love goddamnit motherfucker. And I really love Well, that could’ve been worse” ~ The Bright Hour by Nina Riggs.
Here is my full review. Just as poignant then as now. Not my review. The book 🙂
As always, more to come.