I was thinking about this book I had read as a girl, about a family pioneering in the forest somewhere or other, for whom small things brought such great pleasure, an orange for Christmas, a crisp dress ordered from a catalog. It made such a huge impression on me, I remember, how such little gifts could be treasured like that. It was as if I couldnt locate the sense of it in my own life, I couldnt see the gifts, I had to imagine them coming still.
Except that now I looked back on it, I perceived them so clearly, those small, significant joys: in the images in my books, and the hot dogs I ate on the beach, and the way my mother rhythmically squeezed my hand as I walked alongside her. It was this struggle, always, to take joy and make it present. To live and stop planning to live.
-- Frannie, in 'Playing House' by Patricia Pearson
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Great post Chris. The last part of my sig line says how I feel about trying to plan my life. Never works out right when Im in charge of the planning dept. :)
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My warranty on tomorrow has run out. My guarantee on the past is void. Nothing is going my way... and I like it like that.
Miller, it may be my pedantic perfectionism & OCD but do you think your signature might work better the other way around? As in you can't guarantee the future & we don't have a warranty for the past? They both mean the same thing I guess but can you just see the sorts of things my head likes to get hold of! lol Pay no mind. Hope your family are recovering ok from the other day, Danielle.
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