Painting beauty with ashes - Words of Joy
I sat on the bed, desultorily dusting the few objects I could cope with while my energetic friend breezed her way around the room, almost knocking things over in her enthusiasm to get the job done. Our soul conversation more than made up for any lack of application on my part. She grinned as I pointed out the family photos, recalling births, marriages and proud family moments in my life. And we pondered on the passing of time turning me from young woman to grandma and her to wife. Finally, she reached a set of drawers where much paraphernalia is