A Rainy Day
I don’t know about anyone else, but I am weary of the unending political and financial news that is going on right now. It shouts at us from every media outlet and neighborhood yard sign. And yes, I have added my own noise to that cacophony. It will be a welcomed relief to have this 2008 presidential election finished. We received our ballots in the mail yesterday. We filled them out, and Bob put them into the ballot drop box downtown this afternoon. Done.
I also don’t want to dwell on the little time bomb that sits inside my right lung. For now it is passive, allowing me to return to a somewhat normal life. So on this rainy Bellingham day, I have been digging through my journals, stacks of filled notebooks, and the poems, essays, and newsletters written these past years. It is an interesting experience to look back upon the pages of my own lifetime. I have the urge to put it into a memoir but where do I begin? Not at the beginning. It is the end that holds the key; that wraps everything up like a treasured gift; that takes all the scattered, disparate parts and weaves them into the story that is my life. I am searching for the theme, the thread that runs through it, and wondering if I have anything to say that others will find interesting or helpful.
... PLM
I also don’t want to dwell on the little time bomb that sits inside my right lung. For now it is passive, allowing me to return to a somewhat normal life. So on this rainy Bellingham day, I have been digging through my journals, stacks of filled notebooks, and the poems, essays, and newsletters written these past years. It is an interesting experience to look back upon the pages of my own lifetime. I have the urge to put it into a memoir but where do I begin? Not at the beginning. It is the end that holds the key; that wraps everything up like a treasured gift; that takes all the scattered, disparate parts and weaves them into the story that is my life. I am searching for the theme, the thread that runs through it, and wondering if I have anything to say that others will find interesting or helpful.
... PLM
posted by Looking for Hope | 8:15 PM
1 Comments:
If I was a family member or loved one of yours, I wouldn't need you to find a thread that ties it all neatly together, because I'd be looking for all those little scattered gems throughout that would connect us. I'd just be delighted and amazed that you left that kind of stuff behind for us. A life is not a story, so much as it is a series of moments, each encapsulating some important special thing.
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