https://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/437110
Second Sister – 09/25/20
…and as she walked, for some reason just by herself, not being opposed to another beside her, but this time, as occasionally is her wont, she walks alone, for now her steps, yes, are hers alone, but also her pauses, her hesitations, the paths she chooses and those she does not…yes, that is good and that is probably, but, more surely, the purpose of her walk, the quietude and aloneness, the peace and evenness of joy within, her only companions along the way, her way. And does the path and her steps have a goal? No, none that she is aware of, for goal is not even within the vocabulary of this time, no, and as she beheld the sky, a soft, lovely blue and alive and moving with the clouds sailing overhead, silent to the ear, but not to the heart and soul, the smell of the grasses and flowers, the aroma of water and its life not far off and yet all around, the chirps and clicks and song of the bugs and birds, well, all this together, from deep within breathed the word…blessing…
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