this is my true religion:

arbitrary moments of nearly painful happiness for a life I feel privileged to lead. Think of the way you sometimes see a tiny shaft of sunlight burst through a gap between rocks, the way it expands to illuminate a much larger space – it’s like that. And it’s like quilting, a thread disappearing into the fabric of ordinary days. It’s not always visible, but it’s what holds everything together.

~Elizabeth Berg, The Art of Mending

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