That was a beauty. . Even though I don't share your familiarity with earlier me's; they are there but vaguer, I was very moved and teary reading it. Issac helping you--my kids offer physical help they never offered in the past; it's subtle but noticeable. As I move on to another abode, I realize I didn't give enough appreciation to my beautiful surroundings when they were ordinary; I waited till the light was special or the seasons spoke, so now I say thank you to the land more often. Oh this aging; it's something. It makes itself known.
It feels to me like an ongoing conversation between who we are now and who we were and another conversation that includes who we will becomes. Taken in that light, your house can be included as part of the back and forth. If we can get behind being continuous in time and space, there's always an opportunity to say thank you. What do you think?
The slide was my favorite playground feature. It was a little dicey, but less so for me than the swings, jungle gym, and seesaw. I felt very brave rushing down the hot metal slide in the summer.
We all have a deep memory of the future. It smells like rain on fiddleheads.
How you say things!
You write of deep, poignant truths in a way that leaves the reader (me anyway) feeling blessed, richer and opened. And invited to look deeper at reality.
Such sweet truth and bittersweet fact. Your reflections and those of the other people sharing comments draw us into a group of the best women seeking others with whom to communicate.
That was a beauty. . Even though I don't share your familiarity with earlier me's; they are there but vaguer, I was very moved and teary reading it. Issac helping you--my kids offer physical help they never offered in the past; it's subtle but noticeable. As I move on to another abode, I realize I didn't give enough appreciation to my beautiful surroundings when they were ordinary; I waited till the light was special or the seasons spoke, so now I say thank you to the land more often. Oh this aging; it's something. It makes itself known.
It feels to me like an ongoing conversation between who we are now and who we were and another conversation that includes who we will becomes. Taken in that light, your house can be included as part of the back and forth. If we can get behind being continuous in time and space, there's always an opportunity to say thank you. What do you think?
Running back to get on that slide, the thrill! And finding the balance.
Beautiful
The slide was my favorite playground feature. It was a little dicey, but less so for me than the swings, jungle gym, and seesaw. I felt very brave rushing down the hot metal slide in the summer.
This is a very fine piece of writing. The concept, universal age is definitely something to think about.
Impermanence, baby.
We all have a deep memory of the future. It smells like rain on fiddleheads.
How you say things!
You write of deep, poignant truths in a way that leaves the reader (me anyway) feeling blessed, richer and opened. And invited to look deeper at reality.
It's my greatest pleasure and such a joy to share it with you.
Wonderful writing. Pellucid prose. Beautiful sentiments. Well done. I’d like to get a copy (signed) of the essay collection.
Thank you so much...It would be my pleasure. I'll email you for your mailing address.
Such sweet truth and bittersweet fact. Your reflections and those of the other people sharing comments draw us into a group of the best women seeking others with whom to communicate.
Thank you for this--Marcia
It would be interesting to explore how people get to and end up in that place. It's a tremendous blessing.
Marcia...just to be clear, two men including myself commented as well. Frank
My heart is aching with this glimpse of truth. Eyes full of tears for the compassion in your showing us reality. Thank you.
I'm touched by your response. Truth telling mixed with tenderness is my heart's desire.