She wishes that there
was something !!!!!extraordinary about her. She
colors pretty
pictures of trees and houses and flowers in
vibrant colors, ironic
colors, colors that touch her somewhere in her
youthful
sensibilities.
She wants to be visionary
She distinctly remembers sitting in church with her mother on Sunday as a young
girl listening to the
homily. She remembers the priest standing at
the pulpit explicating the reasons why he insists
that he is so
handsome.
"I am made in the image of
God," he says.
"I am handsome
because I can be no other way."
That particular homily did not stick
with her throughout her formative years as a
growing girl, but
she remembers it now distinctly as a much older
woman, wishing that there was something
!!!!!extraordinary about
her, wishing that she still believed in
God,
in anything bigger than
herself.