Ava’s sketch book page from yesterday. Last night I dreamed that wings sprouted from my back and I was flying. The wind was crisp and cool on my face. The skies were dark, but my heart was light.
There’s a stranger I met long ago that told me something when I was feeling quite vulnerable. I was walking toward the art museum on a sunny Sunday in January when I slipped and broke my ankle just a block from my car. I didn’t have my phone with me and I didn’t have a means to get back to my car. I sat down on the sidewalk to think about my circumstances-how would I get back home? Plenty of people drove by and walked on with their busy lives while I considered crawling back to my car, looking foolish.
This man stopped to help me. He had very intense, light-colored eyes and a beard. He helped me hobble back to my car. He let me lean on him heavily while he told me one of his all time favorite quotes: