every now and then we enter the presence of the numinous and deduce for an instant how we're formed, in what detail the force that infuses every petal might specifically run through us, wishing only to love us into our full potential. usually the closest we get is when we love, or when some beloved beams back, which can galvanize you like steel and make resilient what had heretofore only been soft flesh. it can start you to singing as the lion pads over to you, its jaws hinging open, its hot breath on you. even unto death. Lit, Mary Karr pg 386
sometimes writers so capture a moment, it takes my breath away. this is one of those times, where as writing, it just works. those sentences are a universe unto themselves. beyond that, the idea they represent is so real and stunning, those words nearly glimmer for me.
i hope each of you have moments where you are able to so clearly realize why you exist and are able to make that love/passion real for the universe. i am trying, and sometimes failing, to notice those moments and to hold them close.
our lives are fleeting, they move fast, we all have so much to do, but what is the point of doing all those things, if they are removed from helping us connect with others? no, i am not romanticizing doing the laundry, but isn't even that act a representation of showing care and concern for others?
i hope that each day i use my talents to make some one's life better, to show some care and concern for other's troubles, to make the load lighter for them. (i am quite sure that i often fail in this regard, so consider it a work in progress.)i also know it is okay to take time for oneself, to nurture the interior, to be alone and to be quiet. the trick, i guess is finding the balance.
as Conan O'Brien says, "work hard and be kind"- to do only that would be enough.
-peace
my mom's day gift was a gift card to barnes & noble...here are the results! now, some pride themselves, and rightly so, on bargain shopping antiques, items for their e-bay store, craft materials, etc. for me, it is all about the books. (the library has no bigger friend than i!) pictured above are the fruits of three hours' labor (plus- not pictured two books for j. and one for c!). color me ecstatic...