she went over it like a bird

I did not know what else to do the day after the election except to read Dorothy Day. A much needed reminder when all actions feel weighted by insignificance:

"What good can one person do? What is the sense of our small effort? [You] do not see that we must lay one brick at a time, take one step at a time; we can be responsible only for one action of the present moment. But we can beg for an increase of love in our hearts that will vitalize and transform all our individual actions, and know that God will take them and multiply them, as Jesus multiplied the loaves and fishes."
(Dorothy Day, Loaves and Fishes)

In other news, I just got to spend some time with this wonderful potter and his wife, who both make beautiful things. I am also re-reading Woolf's A Room of One's Own and simultaneously getting excited for a little studio space I may be renting in the spring, a real room of my own.

[Dorothy Day, my fashion icon]