I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself. [D. H. Lawrence]
I have wondered often, throughout this Year of the Giraffe, whether the giraffes have any clue what I have learned from them. If they even know they have been my most remarkable teachers, guides to a way of living Life I am immensely grateful for.
Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life? [Mary Oliver]
All that I am coming to understand, all that I thought I knew and DO NOT know at all, it is deLIGHT. I enJOY BEing someone who always asks and seeks understanding where she is perfuzzled or cornfused. I remain curious. Is curiosity NOT infinitely delicious?!
And the wild things roared their terrible roars and gnashed their terrible teeth and rolled their terrible eyes and showed their terrible claws. [Maurice Sendak] Where the Wild Things Are
Sometimes I have this long backward glance thing go on that brings an unusual perspective to my Life. I see things as less worrisome and troubling than I’d assumed them to BE. I find their edges NOT so sharp. I find the World a more generous place to simply BE.
I love you, Currie