Diary 315

Wednesday, January 27th

On my dresser is a picture of my granddaughter. It’s her school picture from pre-covid days, and she’s wearing her favorite dress at that time. She has that half-smile that conveys what it’s like to be in a crowd of kids, waiting to do whatever it is the teachers want you to do, when you’re a little bit shy, a little bit tentative, and unsure what it is that’s required. It’s perhaps not the best picture, but looking at it I’m reminded of what it must feel like to be in first grade. It moves me every time I look at it.

And so in the ordinary we discover illumination.