When hope is not pinned wriggling onto a shiny image or expectation, it sometimes floats forth and opens like one of those fluted Japanese blossoms, flimsy and spastic, bright and warm. This almost always seems to happen in community. — Anne Lamott Copy Share Image
When hope is not pinned wriggling onto a shiny image or expectation, it sometimes floats forth and opens. — Anne Lamott Copy Share Image
