Thursday, August 4, 2011
My hummingbird came near and stayed.
Miss M., my young and so talented dancing friend, sent a note I'll never forget.
My son invited me to dance with him.
I talked to a friend.
I think of all I did not do—the people I failed, the blogs I didn't visit, the messages I still owe, the questions I've not answered, the research I didn't do, the books I neither advanced nor read.
I am, I am afraid, perpetually begging forgiveness.