Now and then sprays of rain flew over and misted our faces. Every time I refused to wipe away the wetness. It made the world seem so alive to me. I couldn't help but envy the way a good storm got everyone's attention.
Sue Monk KiddWhen had my fear of broken plates gotten so grandiose? My desire for extravagant moments so small?
Sue Monk KiddHave you ever written a letter you knew you could never mail but you needed to write it anyway?
Sue Monk KiddI realize that I can be with someone, but on a deeper level I'm not available to them at all. I have attention deficit disorder of the soul.
Sue Monk Kidd