More L'Engle

It's so interesting how I got started reading more Madeline L'Engle just before she died. I was reading Herself: Reflections on a Writing Life earlier today, my birthday, and found a great passage near the start of the book.
I share it with you here.

In art we are once again able to do all the things we have forgotten; we are able to walk on water; we speak to the angels who call us; we move, unfettered, among the stars.