"now, rather than succumb to despair during my dry spells, i generally employ a prairie metaphor and think of it as a lifesaver, a dying down to the roots during a drought. although the grasses look dead, they are merely dormant, and the slightest bit of moisture will occasion a change."
~ from the quotidian mysteries: laundry, liturgy and "women's work"
by kathleen norris
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