He began to see the situation from another angle. An assignment had been given him. Someone’s life, a small set of lives had been placed in the palm of his hand. Maybe he would never have any more purpose than this: to accept the assignment gracefully, lovingly, and do the best he could with it. [Anne Tyler, Morgan's Passing]
Angles. Perspectives. Points of view. It seems Life is always set in some relation to Time, Place, or Person[s]. And I seem always ready, set, GO to choose mine.
When I have the opportunity to reflect, to look backward as it were, I always see something I missed. Some way of seeing and BEing in my Life that is Past where I understand how wrong I was, how clearly I did NOT see from where I stood.
Even something just days in the Past can look this way. If I choose to SEE it, or mayBE look at it…
I liked to dwell on these shortcomings now. It wasn’t only that I was wondering why they had ever annoyed me. I was hoping they would annoy me still, so that I could stop missing her. [Anne Tyler, The Beginner's Goodbye]
I’m daily surprised by those characteristics I’ve let annoy me about Mum. How in their place is only tenderness.
I love you, Currie