Peace is joy at rest. Joy is peace on its feet. - Anne Lamott

And she is going to dance, dance hungry, dance full, dance each cold astonishing moment, now when she is young and again when she is old.

To heal, it seems we have to stand in the middle of the horror, at the foot of the cross, and wait out another’s suffering where that person can see us. To be honest, that sucks. It’s the worst, even if you are the mother of God.

I was raised by my parents to believe that you had a moral obligation to try and save the world. You sent money to the Red Cross, you registered people to vote, you marched in rallies, stood in vigils, picked up litter.