Ink paintings by Katherine Smith-Schad.
This weekend was beautiful. I am tired. My throat is sore. I am overwhelmed with the length of my to-do list and feel the weight of it all as I sit, slumped, in front of my computer. But even as my fingers type out these words, I feel my spine straighten behind me, and I feel confidence in my own strength. I rub my eyes, and I see, through the smoke of all our muckings, that humanity is beautiful. And I feel the warm glow of gratitude well in my chest for the amazing people I’ve been fortunate enough to encounter in my life; those who have been, and will be for years, and those who step briefly, in, and out, like a new dance move I don’t quite understand.
