I love me some Anne Lamott. I love her frazzled assurance and her warm, welcoming embrace of imperfection. I just re-read a piece she read for O Magazine called "Feeling Full" and it is full of good truths, but especially this:
I learned that opening myself to my own love and to life's tough loveliness was not only the most delicious, amazing thing on Earth but it was also quantum. It would radiate out to a cold, hungry world. Beautiful moments heal, as do real cocoa, Pete Seeger, a walk on old fire roads. All I ever wanted since I arrived here on Earth were the things that turned out to be within reach, the same things I needed as a baby—to go from cold to warm, lonely to held, the vessel to the giver, empty to full.