The pink polish chipped and looked gross.
So I took a long lunch break
and headed for Silver Nails.
A Vietnamese girl
with too many teeth in her friendly smile
began to work in earnest.
Ancient chants floated in the background
above the swirling bath waters.
The music touched my heart
carried me to a different place.
When was it that my heart had turned to stone?
Again?
How did this happen?
and why?
Walking in the Spirit is a gentle process
easily snuffed out
in this world of rigid concrete
and endless words.
But I am grateful for those moments of grace
that sweetly touch my heart
when I least expect it
and beckon me to a higher path.
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