An occasional series based on stuff that hangs in my room… or my heart.
I was in Baltimore’s Hampden neighborhood, a once working class area gone arty that still retains its grit (and the charm that “Charm City” sometimes sadly lacks). A cousin’s daughter was nearing the end of her Johns Hopkins days, and my sister and I went up after work to go to dinner with her one last time. Bookstores, clothing stores, yarn shops… we wandered in and out of a lot of interesting places, but I wasn’t buying.
I saw this at the back of the last shop we visited, and it spoke to me immediately, never mind the fact that I’d have to schlep it back on the train.
It hangs over my bed to remind me of that lovely evening… and turning off the worrying and planning in favor of just “listening to grace” truly are the best.
