But you are not your
bank account, or your ambition. You're not the cold clay lump you leave behind
when you die. You're not your collection of walking personality disorders. You
are Spirit, you are love, and even though it is hard to believe sometimes, you
are free. You're here to love, and be loved, freely. If you find out next week
that you are terminally ill - and we're all terminally ill on this bus - what
will matter are memories of beauty, that people loved you, and that you loved
them. [Anne Lamott, Plan B: Further
Thoughts on Faith]
And I think that laughter and silliness and simply
experiencing Life without a Life jacket matter, too. They matter a LOT!!
These past months have a lot of blanks in them. I mean I was
Present and accounted for throughout, but there is so little I really remember.
Yet there is so very much I will never forget.
The mail art that has deLIGHTed me and anyone near the
mailbox when I go collect my mail.
The little notes back and forth from people who read my
Gratitude, people who feel as real as any true friend even if we’ve never met
or spoken.
And then there is waking up each morning to a brand new day…
I love you, Currie
2 comments:
I count myself BLESSED to have found our friendship! It's not often I find someone who understands my warpedness ...even spell check doesn't understand me :) Sending you Strength and Love ♥
I forgot how much I loved what little I read of Anne Lamott in college. I need to get some books of hers when I start having the library lady come back again in 2015.
What a year this has been for you!! I find my whole life is like that. I try to be as present as possible all the time, but so much of my life is a blur or filled with holes...and yet I remember a lot, too. There are only a few human beings who remember everything of every day. I don't think I could handle that, to be honest. I'd rather remember the best parts and not relive the awful hard stuff, you know--LOL! *hugs*
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