She quotes someone as saying we all have something to teach. I immediately feel a sense of feathers about my ears and face.
Something about ornamentation. Later in the day the word embodiment comes to my mind. Other things, like magic and energy, weigh the essence down with concept and language.
Engender. The next morning I know I must pay attention to dress in clothes that feel true, that I cannot survive the psychic suicide of the paint rags which have recently imprisoned me. Putting on the sandals I love, I decide to go back for the other pair. And when I realize that I do not now own a pair of earrings I truly love, that the beads I want to put on are broken, I do not wonder at all at my deep depression.