09 August 2006

a paragraph I keep coming back to

"It's funny: I always imagined when I was a kid that adults had some kind of inner toolbox, full of shiny tools: the saw of discernment, the hammer of wisdom, the sandpaper of patience. But then when I grew up I found that life handed you these rusty bent old tools - friendships, prayer, conscience, honesty - and said, Do the best you can with these, they will have to do. And mostly, against all odds, they're enough."
- Anne Lamott, Traveling Mercies

2 comments:

Donald Philip Simpson said...

So you're saying I need to get a tetanus shot before running around with old rusty friends? Or possibly some WD-40, just to loosen them up a little?

As always, you bring sound advice to my world through your BLOG!

Amber Joy said...

Just lovely. *sniff sniff*