Posted on January 29th, 2014
joy may be a more demanding mistress, requiring a novice’s passionate heart. but in this place of vulnerability and willful trust, i have found a happiness. is it less than the joy of the soul? or are they really one and the same? more likely they are both pieces of my puzzle.
i will carry on, fitting the jagged pieces together; not working logically from the outside edges in, but tinkering with those infuriating center fragments that alone make no sense.
Photo and text by Sandra Peterson Ramirez.