last night i took my shirt off , then my glasses , then put my mgazine beside them, i was exhausted and kind of drunk.
in the morning someone folded my shirt like they had Gap training, put a book mark in my magazine and then piled it all up on a chair near the bed. This neat little tower. i have never met these people before , the people i did know had already left. It was such a small gesture but really kind of toucjed me. I think these little gestures of kindness, these touchstones of grace determine entrance to heaven .
i was worried that my blog wasnt deep enough, was too banal but my new years resoultion this year was to trust that my writing is interesting.