SDSingleGirl‘s comment on my first photo post below reminded me that I’d actually been intending to say a bit more about tulips and my love for them. (Thought I’d post again in the spirit of transparency/not editing after the fact, and okay, so I could have an excuse to perfect my photoblogging and share more beautiful tulips with all of you. Read the rest of this entry »
Old friends, Old friends, Sat on their park bench, Like bookends.
A newspaper blown through the grass Falls on the round toes On the high shoes, Of the old friends.
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Time it was, and what a time it was, it was A time of innocence, a time of confidences Long ago, it must be, I have a photograph Preserve your memories; they’re all that’s left of you, they’re all that’s left me to.
-Simon and Garfunkel, 1968
A month or so ago, no, undoubtedly it was longer now, an unknown number showed up on my phone. As is my practice, I didn’t answer. I often don’t answer the phone even when I know the caller- it scares me, disrupts my rhythm and flow of my days, or, in the case, quiet, writing evening. I especially don’t answer when I don’t recognize the number.
A minute later an email came through. This time from a name I DID recognize. “Just looking up old friends. How are you doing? Call me!” said the message from indeed an old friend, an old friend I hadn’t heard from in years, an old friend I once thought I loved, desparately, painfully, though now I know that feeling was just Read the rest of this entry »
One of the things I love most about the blogosphere is the strange and wonderful ease with which you can find people and topics of interest, some by design and others by wonderful accident. See my blogroll below, at the bottom of the page, which contains both friends, some of who encouraged me to write (again); and, on the opposite end of the spectrum, the fabulous things I’ve found, some via these friends, some by searching for terms or concepts (poetry!, washington!, pope!) and some by true and beautiful serendipitous accident.
But what happens when these two worlds collide? What if, by complete and seemingly implausible accident, you stumble onto some beautiful writing… but beautiful writing of someone who is not exactly a stranger, but not a friend, exactly either.
I stumbled onto the writing of “C” (not her real name, to protect the very much innocent) this way. C, some Read the rest of this entry »
