For the rest of her life, she carried in her heart the ache of not having developed her art. It was the burden many artists, athletes, musicians, and craftspeople come to know when they must set to the side what they once hoped might be their primary calling in order to pursue another path. It is a sacred, lonesome kind of sorrow—always imagining what could have been, always questioning the present, always asking whether the chosen path was the way of wisdom or folly.
