life

I’m regularly reminded that we’re all living this life for the first time.  I’m reminded in small ways, when someone blushes over a compliment they've heard a thousand times or when you can see excitement in someone's eyes.  I’m especially reminded of this when I speak to my mother.  My mom spent the week with me in California and upon returning to her empty home, she texted me and said “bought myself flowers hoping to brighten my sad lonely house.” Followed with a photo: My

"I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of lover

I would be foolish to forget how rare it all is