What Was Any Art
What was any art but an effort to make a sheath, a mold in which to imprison for a moment the shining, elusive element which is life itself — life hurrying past us and running away, too strong to stop, too sweet to lose?
— Willa Cather
Tracy Staedter 
Beautiful quote Tracy…I have nice memories of reading Cather’s ‘My Antonia’
I haven’t read that. Will add it to my long list!
I’m glad you posted this, Tracy. Sometimes writing takes us so deeply into action, that we forget to include the nubs of beauty and truth that add dimension. Thanks for reminding us.
Thanks Ursula! And congrats on your recent writing successes.