The book smelled dusty
and old but also carried a sweet tang, a hint of something inviting. She opened to the first
page and started to read, pronouncing the words in a reverent whisper.
If we want to make
meaning, we need to make art. Cook, write, draw,
doodle, paint, scrapbook, take pictures, collage, knit, rebuild an engine,
sculpt, dance, decorate, act, sing – it doesn't matter. As long as we're
creating, we're cultivating meaning.