What a delicious reflection. The initial words on the piece of paper are somehow comforting. It's so easy to glaze over reality and authenticity... Easier to choke it all down. This is a good reminder to leave the frosting off the cake (now and then). Tim
Love this. All of this. When my son was deployed the first time I wrote a very, long nuanced letter fully of details about his life and special moments I remembered. He told me to never do that again. I thought I was giving a great gift as well. Prayers for your fast and total healing.
I am so sorry you are sick! Another friend of mine in what I call the "Final Girl" club has it.
I have this Allende quote typed up and saved in the back of one of my journals: "At times I feel as if I had lived all this before and that I have already written these very words, but I know it was not I: it was another woman, who kept her notebooks so that one day I could use them. I write, she wrote, that memory is fragile and the space of a single life is brief, passing so quickly that we never get a chance to see the relationship between events; we cannot gauge the consequences of our acts, and we believe in the fiction of past, present, and future, but it may also be true that everything happens simultaneously."
Sorry Covid finally caught you. Ugh. I’m reading these out of order and life is chaos indeed. But you help bring out the beauty. I miss getting long letters. Hope you are feeling better by now.
Thanks, Kerry
What a delicious reflection. The initial words on the piece of paper are somehow comforting. It's so easy to glaze over reality and authenticity... Easier to choke it all down. This is a good reminder to leave the frosting off the cake (now and then). Tim
Love this. All of this. When my son was deployed the first time I wrote a very, long nuanced letter fully of details about his life and special moments I remembered. He told me to never do that again. I thought I was giving a great gift as well. Prayers for your fast and total healing.
I am so sorry you are sick! Another friend of mine in what I call the "Final Girl" club has it.
I have this Allende quote typed up and saved in the back of one of my journals: "At times I feel as if I had lived all this before and that I have already written these very words, but I know it was not I: it was another woman, who kept her notebooks so that one day I could use them. I write, she wrote, that memory is fragile and the space of a single life is brief, passing so quickly that we never get a chance to see the relationship between events; we cannot gauge the consequences of our acts, and we believe in the fiction of past, present, and future, but it may also be true that everything happens simultaneously."
Sorry Covid finally caught you. Ugh. I’m reading these out of order and life is chaos indeed. But you help bring out the beauty. I miss getting long letters. Hope you are feeling better by now.