Monday, June 6, 2011
Blessings
An hour alone, sitting outside near our fig tree, thinking about the men in my family — our voices, our hands, our way of doing things, our love for the high wire, and how the luckiest of us have been saved again and again by the wisest, most patient, most understanding, most forgiving women.
This morning: a new drawing and poem
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11 comments:
Behind every great man...
Yes, lucky indeed. Beautiful words as always...
And kind ones from you. Thank you.
Today, while driving home, I heard William Saroyan mentioned on The Bookshelf. It made me think of you and smile :)
Now I’m smiling. I imagine he is too. I wouldn’t put it past him.
William
belissima your conclusion
citing women :)
So beautiful, William. This is what true love is all about.
Thank you, Denise. The simple truth is what it is.
Thank you, too, Jan. I have nothing to add, really; I’m just amazed by it all.
the truth being
i wouldn't be half
the man without erin.
i wasn't.
we who have found our strength
through ones we love are truly blessed.
very nicely written William.
~robert
Thank you, Robert. Another way to state that truth, I think, is to say that in the end, we make each other possible.
A lovely tribute, but the reverse also true. The men in our lives bring much to the equation of possibility.
Thanks, Annie. All I really know is that life is short, and we’re in this world together. If we need a better reason to celebrate, it isn’t likely to come along.
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