I desperately need a time-out from my life. I wish I knew how to get one. I read the Secret Life of Bees again recently, and found some paragraphs that were comforting.
“I started thinking about the world loaded with disguised Marys sitting all over the place and hidden red hearts tucked about that people could rub and touch, only we didn’t recognize them.” p142
“The first week at August’s was a consolation, a pure relief. The world will give you that once in a while, a brief time-out; the boxing bell rings and you go to your corner, where somebody else dabs mercy on your beat-up life.” p82