would her life have been different had the woman been pretty? Chances are it would have.And yet there were a sensitivity and beauty to her that had nothing to do with her looks. She was one to be listened to, whose words were easy to take to heart. Her words came from a wounded but loving heart, but very much like all hearts,but she had more of a need to be aware of it, to live with it, and learn from it.She possessed a fined-tuned sense of beauty. Her only fear in life was loss of a friend.
How long does it take most of us to reach that level of human growth if we've ever get there, we get so comsumed and diminished,worrying about all the things that need improving.We can easily forget to cherish those things that last. Friendship, so rare and so good, just needs our care.Maybe even the simple gesture,a writing, a little note now and then,or the dropping of some beautiful words in a basket,in the hope that such beauty will be shared and taken to heart.THe truth of her life was a desire to see beyond the surface for a glimpse of what it is that matters. She found beauty and grace and they would be friend of her and showed her what is real.