Without realizing it …

Redamancy Lit

Without realizing it, we fill important places in each other’s lives. It’s that way with the guy at the corner grocery, the mechanic at the local garage, the family doctor, teachers, neighbors, coworkers. Good people who are always “there,” who can be relied upon in small, important ways. People who teach us, bless us, encourage us, support us, uplift us in the dailiness of life. We never tell them. I don’t know why, but we don’t.

And, of course, we fill that role ourselves. There are those who depend in us, watch us, learn from us, take from us. And we never know.

You may never have proof of your importance, but you are more important than you think. There are always those who couldn’t do without you. The rub is that you don’t always know who.

– Robert Fulghum

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A different kind of marriage vow

And maybe one of the loveliest I’ve ever heard:

“In sickness and in sickness. That is what I wish for you. Don’t seek or expect miracles. There are no miracles. Not anymore. And there are no cures for the hurt that hurts most. There is only the medicine of believing each other’s pain, and being present for it.”

 From: Jonathan Safran Foer. “Here I Am.” Farrar, Straus and Giroux. iBooks. 

So Far Still To Go

The moon rose last night,
shimmering,
intransigent,
as it has throughout all of our galaxy’s
history.
Over the rise and fall
of the Roman empire,
over the slaughters of innocents
in Viet Nam
and Phnom Penh
the murder of journalists or those
who dared to speak their minds
Communist Russia,
Syria, come to mind;
the Holocaust,
alas
the list is too long.

See, the thing is,
the world does not
care
that we are here;
perhaps might even wish
we were
not.

But we do.
We care.
And it is clear that we
still
have so much to do.

Imagine that


Imagine ThatAni DiFranco

imagine that i am onstage
under a watchtower of punishing light
and in the haze is your face bathed in shadow
and what’s beyond you is hidden from sight
and somebody right now is yawning
and watching me like a tv
and i’ve been frantically piling up sandbags
against the flood waters of fatigue and insecurity

then suddenly i hear my guitar singing
and so i just start singing along
and somewhere in my chest
all the noise just gets crushed by the song

imagine that i’m at your mercy
imagine that you are at mine
pretend i’ve been standing here
watching you watching me
all this time
now imagine that you are the weather
in the tiny snow globe of this song
and i am the statue of liberty
one inch long

so here i am at my most hungry
and here i am at my most full
here i am waving a red cape
locking eyes with a bull

just imagine that i am onstage
under a watchtower of punishing light
and in the haze is your face bathed in shadow
and what’s beyond you is hidden from sight

what makes a life

“Ordinary moments make the life. This was what [my mother] knew to be trustworthy, and this is what I learned, eventually, from those years we spent together. No leaps or falls. I inhale the little drizzly details of the past, and know who I am. What I failed to know before is clearer now, filtered up through time, an experience belonging to no one else, not remotely, no one, anyone, ever. I watch her use the roller to remove lint from her cloth coat. Define ‘lint,’ I tell myself. Define ‘time,’ define ‘space.'”

~Don DeLillo, Sine, cosine, tangent, “New Yorker,” February 22, 2016