I remember the times it happened. I remember a chaise longue by a pool at a roadside motel where several hundred prized teenagers were gathered one weekend. Alone, recently arrived at the conference, I sat in the smog-tinged roadside sun and read a copy of The New Yorker that I had purchased at a bookstore…
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“…if you pushed aside the drapery of our ordinary lives”. This has really resonated with me as I struggle with my drapery, which seems heavy and cumbersome right now. Thank you for helping to point the way towards that pulsating core.
Note to self: must read The Leopard.
Hi Kerry! I loved the book, especially at the moment I read it. There are little moments when we get a glimpse of what’s behind the drapery… I guess that’s the time to push through in spite of our fear. Besos!