Desire not the perfect, the done, the trying not to offend, for these have no end, no foundation, no solid place to live. Instead, stop, pause, breathe in the storms, the suffering of moments, even the little ones, for they are tutors in serenity, fortitude and altering sight. These offer different pleasures—soul solace which is far better than perfectly done.
Tammie Corley

(Written after an art show in the rain.)