A Little Spark of Grace A chilly Tuesday morning, not too long ago, found me nursing a mug of tea, watching the rain tap-tap against the workshop window. My mind was doing its usual morning wander, a bit like a mischievous kitten exploring a new room, when a memory floated in. It was of my niece, Lily, all of six years old, standing on tiptoes, trying ever so hard to hold a perfect plié. Her determined little face, the slight wobble, and then the triumphant, albeit wobbly, hold. It made me smile, thinking of the quiet dedication little ones show for their passions. That feeling, that shared jo...
