Life is filled more with the tiny moments than with the grandiose. In solitude I again find my center, my roots. Like the cedar tree outside my window, I dig deep and become at home with myself. I am at peace.
To see the speckles of light in the dust of my life is not a natural process. I am un-at-home with the reality of the daily grind; always longing for adventure, I dream my way out of the mundane.
— Celeste Snowber, In the Womb of God