my book found a new home…out sunning on someone’s deck. how like my book to sit next to the flowers.

thank you for sending this.

xo,
s

(read by Christopher Walken)

Frida Kahlo in a hospital bed, using a mirror to paint over her heart.

‎”By means of all created things, without exception, the divine assails us, penetrates us, and molds us. We imagined it as distant and inaccessible, whereas in fact we live steeped in its layers . . . This palpable world, which we are used to treating with the boredom and disrespect with which we habitually regard places with no sacred association, is a holy place.”
-Pierre Teilhard de Chardin