I guess you could say this is how I feel about this little space I have going on here.
"It is the museum of reminders that life has been good."
And maybe few will find grandeur in that---but I certainly do---and, well, I find hope. Because at a time when I am reminded over and over again of our mortality (and I simply, simply, don't know why---it's this fearing thing, I suppose. This thing I keep returning to---then worrying for---then evaluating), I really hope this little space grows and grows over years---becomes packed with the things I have done, seen, felt, created, remembered and loved.
And that last one---that love---is the real grandeur---and the real, real explanation for it all.
(Quotation from Lynne Bertrand, via The Scrapbook Lady).