When I told her yesterday that I want to quit this crazy life for a while, pack up my blue-eyed daughter and a tent, and travel around Alberta writing for a bit, till I get my head on straight(er), she said, "sounds like fun."
Oh momma. I love you.
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I can't wait till India starts writing books.
how's it going up there? i wanted to comment on your last post but didn't get a chance. i found it interesting because working as a grocery clerk, I ask probably 75 people a day, "how are you?" Our answers are always, "fine thank you. I'm doing good etc." We lie, and we all lie well. Or not so well; once in awhile a soul will reply, "not too good, I got a divorce yesterday". At which point, I have no idea what to say, "Debit or Credit?"
Perhaps wearing your state of being inside out, is only allowed to poets. But some of the faces that I see in my check out line, really are melting. You can tell some of them have seen a lifetime of hardness. Sometimes a gaping chestwound, or a broken smile. "Would you like any cash back?"
congrats on the award. oh hey, i'm moving to oregon.
maybe we should all become a little more poetic?
hey, what's in oregon. i drove through those big trees once, when i was 10 or so, and almost died of happiness - all that moss and trickling water and green...that's my canadian version of oregon.
that would be this here: www.gutenberg.edu
I think it will take me a life time to truly appreciate what a gift my mom is, in all her humanity and brokeness I see how blessed I am to have her. I am glad your mom is a gift to you. She is right it does sound fun you should pack your tent and go write.
karen,
watching my mom struggle through things with my dad has made me realize how i've been able to make the healthy decisions i've made, on her back - do you know what i mean? even though she hasn't been able to make them for herself, she taught me how. the years of difficulties that she has been through have traveled a generation and been a blessing to me. that's so humbling.
yeah joel!
here's to hoping your "unquenchable thirst for knowledge," gets a little drenched.
I admire you. Wish I had that courage to pack up and just leave for a bit.
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