I walked into the practical present tense of a grade four classroom today, and a beam of sunlight shone through the window and pressed on the back of my neck (on the small, naked patch of skin above my sweater, below my hair) like a warm palm, thumb rubbing along my spine in an absent-minded caress.
I live for this.
Tuesday, January 31, 2006
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I think I understand when you say, "I live for this." Dan and I share the view that one can't *expect* anything good to happen in any given day. If there is something tiny (a good joke, the sunshine, something easily going your way, a cow walking funny in the field...) then we say: that's it. That's what we get as a gift today, and how lucky we are to have been treated to something so seemingly small, yet wonderful. Thank you for sharing your gift of sunshine with us. My gift today was hearing Natty singing to himself during nap time. You really can't ask for anything more.
That's it exactly.
Intruding again...
I can't stay away from your blog: it's like one of those novels you pick up at a second-hand store, completely accidentally, and you pay your $1.95, thinking it might be a good read. Then you take it out that evening, and you don't want to put it down, yet you don't want to finish reading it because then it will be over, the whole experience, the deeply tangled relationship - of you, of the author, of the characters.
Your writing it exquisit - and addictive... and I just wanted to say thank you for writing, for bearing yourself, for your honesty and your fragility.
Thank you so much for your encouragement. It's nice to know that people I haven't met connect to and understand what I'm writing about. And again, no feelings of being intruded upon at all. You are welcomed to snoop all you like!
Oh, and Jodi, I'd like to hear about the cow in the field.
the cow in the field... ah, yes. 2 days after Christmas. Heading home from Ardrossen. Natty woke up at 5am and was FOUL. He and Isaac had been screaming and crying in the trip the whole way. We were about 20 minutes from home and we got our gift--a cow in yonder field was walking and then his leg just shot out straight out sideways and he continued on. Maybe not the funniest of tales, but on that day, when we were going out of our freaking minds with the drama in our backseats, and were so damn tired, it was all it took to make us laugh and realize that we were ok. What a gift. Thanks for wanting to know. : )
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