The clouds gathered together, stood still and watched the river scuttle around the forrest floor, crash headlong into haunches of hills with no notion of where it was going, until exhausted, ill and grieving, it slowed to a stop just twenty leagues short of the sea.
- Toni Morrison
My, can that woman write! I read a passage like the one above, and I just want to read it over and over. It is such a beautiful description of how we sometimes bash and batter ourselves in trying to reach a goal and then end up "ill and grieving" and exhausted, not reallizing that we are almost there. We, like the river, rush helter skelter, headlong into the barriers of our being.
NONE OF US can avoid failure. We CAN avoid battering ourselves in the process.
XOXO
Miss Olivia Black Suicide
