Eight years ago today.
I’ve been smitten ever since. I love you, SWR.
Month: January 2013
Nothing ever went away
We usually think of time as a river, a river like the Nile, with strong, swift current bearing us further and further way from what we have been and towards the time when we will be not at all…But perhaps we should think of time as a deep, still pool rather than a fast-flowing river…Instead of looking back at time, we could look down into it…and now again different features of the past–different sights and sounds and voices and dreams–would rise to the surface: rise and subside, and the deep pool would hold them all, so that nothing was lost and nothing ever went away.
– from The Long Goodbye, Meghan O’Rourke
Thanks to my friend Carey for sending me this passage last month. I had noted this passage when I read The Long Goodbye, but it was timely and perfect (of course) to re-encounter it when Carey sent it to me.
Small questions, glimpses of the whole universe
I’ve written before about how I believe small details about a person can reveal huge swaths about their essential nature. Once in a while I happen upon a question that I think uncovers this kind of truth. Usually the question is about something really tiny. But somehow, in the glittering detail it reveals about a person, I think I can glimpse the shimmer of the whole universe that sparkles inside of them. Sometimes I like to ask these questions on twitter. I’m curious as to how some of you would answer them, too.
– If you are married, do you and your spouse have anything engraved inside your wedding rings? If so, what?
– Have you broken bones? A lot, or none? Which?
– Who is your favorite fictional character of all?
– If you are (or have been) married, what was the first dance song at your wedding?
– What was your very favorite book when you were a child?
Do you agree with me that small details about people can provide windows into the expansive sky of their souls? How would you answer these questions?
Photo Wednesday 28
Grace has been asking me non-stop when she can get her own Instagram account. I’m not letting her yet, but this weekend she guest-posted on mine. She took this picture, cropped, filtered, and posted it on her own. I’ve written before about how much I love to swing (even though sometimes it gives me vertigo), but I also love the palpable joy on my face in this picture.
This is Childhood: ONE
My friend Aidan’s third daughter, her baby, is ONE. And it’s with great joy that we all watch Aidan kick off this series, This is Childhood.
I hope you will click over to see what she has to say about this miraculous, exhausting, wonderful age.
