along a thin sliver of what we can bear and control, until life or a friend or disaster nudges us into baby steps of expansion. We’re all both irritating and a comfort, our insides both hard and gentle, our hearts both atrophied and pure.
P. 58 we all scrape by but a crisis can give us a nudge and we begin taking baby steps in another direction - although my first reaction was “do” something - upon greater reflection for me this crisis has made me go inward - I don’t always like what I find but inward I go.
