Tuesday, August 21, 2007


There are little moments of beauty every day. My neighbor who plays the violin on Saturday mornings, aching heartbreakingly beautiful music that drowns out the sound of the crazy parrot a floor below who screeches like an abused child. A glass chilled all day in my freezer waiting for me to come home, clasp it in my warm sweaty hand and pour into it pink lemonade. Wearing my favorite ‘fall’ boots to work even though it’s August and 98 degrees. Life is too short to abide by rules of fashion. Wear white after Labor Day if you feel like it. It’s beautiful.

Sunday, August 19, 2007

Eat Pray Love: Casseroles and Virgina Woolf

Rarely when a friend says "I read this book and thought of you" does she actually mail it, or I actually read it and have it resonate so much.

I thank Stacy for finding that padded envelope in the wilds of Vermont and mailing Eat Pray Love.

"Here's another example of the difference in our worldviews. A family in my sister's neighborhood was recently stricken with a double tragedy, when both the young mother and her three-year-old son were diagnosed with cancer. When Catherine told me about this, I could only say, shocked, 'Dear God, that family needs grace.' She replied firmly, 'That family needs casseroles,' and then proceeded to organize the entire neighborhood into bringing that family dinner, in shifts, every single night, for an entire year. I do not know if my sister fully recognizes that this is grace."

(pp 90,91)

"To create a family with a spouse is one of the most fundamental ways a person can find continuity and meaning in American (or any) society. ... Who are you? No problem -- you're the person who created all this. ...

But what if, either by choice or by reluctant necessity, you end up not participating in this comforting cycle of family and continuity? ... You'll need to find another purpose, another measure by which to judge whether or not you have been a successful human being. I love children, but what if I don't have any? What kind of person does that make me?

Virginia Woolf wrote, 'Across the broad continent of a woman's life falls the shadow of a sword.' On one side of that sword, she said, there lies convention and tradition and order, where 'all is correct.' But on the other side of that sword, if you're crazy enough to cross it and choose a life that does not follow convention, 'all is confusion. Nothing follows a regular course.' Her argument was that the crossing of the shadow of that sword may bring a far more interesting existence to a woman, but you can bet it will also be more perilous. ...

A lot of writers have families. Toni Morrison, just to name an example, didn't let the raising of her son stop her from winning a little trinket we call the Nobel Prize. But Toni Morrison made her own path, and I must make mine. The Bhagavad Gita -- that ancient Indian Yogic text -- says that it is better to live your own destiny imperfectly than to live an imitation of somebody else's life with perfection. So now I have started living my own life. Imperfect and clumsy as it may look, it is resembling me now, thoroughly." (pp 94,95)