Okay, so the thing is I’m greedy. I hungrily open the email for your blog comments and thrill each time a list of “life worth livings” comes in. I want more, more, more! I love to hear about the tiny moments in your lives that are too enormous to comprehend fully. I love picturing you taking a moment to think of these things, maybe hugging your kid afterwards and when I read them, I’m in the desert or reading that novel or crawling into bed with your boyfriend ( Hey, any port in a storm!) Keep on writing those lists please! They keep me going and fill me with deep joy. Scroll down to the next blog and hit comments. Just do it!! Also if you haven't read the comments, they're out of this world! Everyone who reads this blog apparently is a poet.
I leave you with this from OUR TOWN by Thornton Wilder who puts it as well as anyone, methinks. Emily has come back to earth in this scene. She's already dead. Her mother can't hear her.
Emily: …but, just for a moment now we're all together. Mama, just for a moment we're happy. Let's really look at one another!...I can't. I can't go on.It goes so fast. We don't have time to look at one another. I didn't realize. So all that was going on and we never noticed. Take me back -- up the hill -- to my grave. But first: Wait! One more look. Good-bye , Good-bye world. Good-bye, Grover's Corners....Mama and Papa. Good-bye to clocks ticking....and Mama's sunflowers. And food and coffee. And new ironed dresses and hot baths....and sleeping and waking up. Oh, earth,you are too wonderful for anybody to realize you. Do any human beings ever realize life while they live it--every,every minute?
Stage Manager: No. (pause) The saints and poets, maybe they do some.
Emily: I'm ready to go back.
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
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Reading your list, as well as everyone else's has been a gift. Writing my list was like a meditation. What a simple yet elegant way to acknowledge the most precious parts of our lives, many of which we forget to honor as they deserve. Thank you, dear Carla, for reminding me to be grateful. I love you.
carla; in the midst of your weakness your power is omnipresent. Why ask what you can give back to others, ie; the bedroom sisterhood of closet rearrangment BSCR. They are there because you are the spark. They probably want for NOTHING. You are pouring out the juice and they are on a sugar love high. By receiving you are giving.
jonathan depp Chalett, seattle
Carla, I don't know you but I know you . I'm contemplating my list...
The way my granddaughter enunciates T when she says what.
The thrill I have watching my pinot noir vines bud.
Visiting the memorial in my garden where I cut off the tip of my little finger (it is a plastic fake finger mounted on a stick).
Just a beginning....
you are an inspiration...
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