Quotes to like or puzzle over: “There comes a time when you realize that everything is a dream, and only those things preserved in writing have any possibility of being real.” ― James Salter, All That Is
…of a simple life well lived. Where Truth and Peace are the beds we sleep in. Where we can’t count our blessings because we are our blessings. Where we’ve walked thru death and love and those other things that make us human. While we continue to breathe in peace, breathe out a smile.
“There are random moments – tossing a salad, coming up the driveway to the house, ironing the seams flat on a quilt square, standing at the kitchen window and looking out at the delphiniums, hearing a burst of laughter from one of my children’s rooms – when I feel a wavelike rush of joy. This is my true religion: arbitrary moments of nearly painful happiness for a life I feel privileged to lead.”
“When your little girl asks you if she’s pretty your heart will drop like a wineglass on the hardwood floor part of you will want to say of course you are, don’t ever question it and the other part the part that is clawing at you will want to grab her by her shoulders look straight into the wells of her eyes until they echo back to you and say you do not have to be if you don’t want to it is not your job both will feel right one will feel better she will only understand the first when she wants to cut her hair off or wear her brother’s clothes you will feel the words in your mouth like marbles you do not have to be pretty if you don’t want to it is not your job.”
“I feel my failure intensely as if it were a vital organ the gods grew from the side of my head. You can’t cover it with a hat and I no longer can sleep on that side it’s so tender. I wasn’t quite faithful enough to carry this sort of weight up the mountain. When I took my vows at nineteen I had no idea that gods were so merciless. Fear makes for good servants and bravery is fraudulent. When I awoke I wasn’t awake enough.” ~ Jim Harrison
Although Jimmy boy was quite a rotter in his lifetime, wasn’t he. Not only that, even to his fans he became a bit of a dirty-old man. Too sad that, that so many men—with or without true artistic credentials—become such lechers when in the presence of the beautiful younger ones. Why do they consider that their value? Their right? Perhaps he is indeed right when he says he wasn’t awake enough.
And he wrote beautiful prose, published some fine books.
And, one day I looked back for you But you weren’t there anymore A stranger did I see Looking back at me And, in that very moment I did promise That I would keep looking back for you As I know One day I will See you again
Poem written by Athey Thompson Poem taken from A Little Book Of Poetry
Art by Arthur Rackham
And sometimes a poem just hits you, knocks your socks off as we used to say. Just as I used to look for you, and somedays now still do.