the one thing
we can give
My grown daughter is half Greek and spent the summers there as a child. One day while she was at the market with her aunt, a vendor who was a copper artist stopped her. The woman hammered those words in Greek onto a sheet of copper, nailed it to a piece of wood and gifted it to my daughter, who gave it to me. I do not know the source of those words, but they lift my spirits when I walk by where they hang on my wall… and when I think of them.