I remember an article I read in Readers Digest (this was at least 30 years ago) about a woman who was trained as a stonemason and worked on carvings in the National Cathedral in Washington D.C.
The piece was short, but it was suffused with this womans sense of wonder and gratitude at having found work that was so deeply meaningful to her, work that she loved to do. She talked about being surprised at what emerged from the stone, how she felt as if something were hidden there, waiting for her,...
Published on May 28, 2015 04:54