Then I think---You’ve already posted for today. Give it a rest.
Other days, I just let things “rock on,” as my Mother said about times you just let things be, or the order of things unfurls of its own accord, folks-be-damned and torpedoes ahead, as status stays pretty quo. I do little things around the house, spend twelve hours on the roller-coaster which is Life with Sweetpea, collapse with a tray of thrown-together supper in front of equally-cobbled TV, and start again tomorrow. And somewhere along the way, every time, I come upon a thought or a quote or a way of phrasing things which just captures me in the grace or the grit or the glamour.
Occasionally I’ll hear or see something that I just HAVE to save, out and about, and I’ll scramble for a pen, pad, a folded scrap of paper, a grocery list---just to get those words down before they’re gone like one of those dreams your slippery fingers just drop like vapors into the abyss as you struggle to hold on.
Later, some of them weren’t quite so earth-shaking or worth remembering as I’d thought, but usually, I’m glad I kept them.
There are several lately from Barbara Ueland, a wonderful writer of the past century, whose adventures have captivated generations. Her view on writing, itself, just makes me glad:
I learned that you should feel when writing, not like Lord Byron on a mountain top, but like child stringing beads in kindergarten---happy, absorbed and quietly putting one bead on after another.
"Everyone knows how people who laugh easily create us by their laughter--making us think of funnier and funnier things."
She was a prolific and wonderful writer, and is well-remembered by legions of readers. My very favorite words of hers are a parting wish, a cheer before battle, a toast, and a prayer:
That one could stand us all in good stead, whether we’re girded for the fray, or just facing another Monday.
Then there’s one I grabbed from that fount of wisdom, TRUE BLOOD:
And from another blogger, whose prose and photos never fail to captivate:
Generosity of spirit is the little red pill that gets you out of the Matrix. The epiphany that frees us. LUCY VANEL
And just a small comment, passing like a refreshing breeze:
Nice thing to do, blessing people. I think suffering some makes people good blessers.
Alison Veres on maggiedammit
DEBORAH ON DERFWAD MANOR
Mythical as Maris Crane.
She was never seen, only spoken of, but in such tones of awe and sometimes fear, even by her own husband, that she carved her own invisible niche into a rich, hilarious, touching story with such smart, witty, sharply-characterized people that they kept us coming back for years.
I think one of the cleverest I’ve ever seen was on the tiny vehicle belonging to the free-est spirit I’ve ever known personally---she travels the world at whim, trekking great chasms and air-cramped trails of Nepal, flying into tsunami-blasted areas to render aid, and is right now in Goa, I believe, just drinking Life to the proverbial lees.
Her sticker reads: MY KARMA RAN OVER YOUR DOGMA.
I’ve seen a few others over the years which come to mind, but my very favorite thing ever said in reference TO a bumper-sticker came from Chris, not long ago as we drove along behind a car which was covered in so many bright patches of words, it resembled a travelin’ quilt.
I asked if he’d ever thought of putting any bumper-sticker on OUR car---political or otherwise.. He didn’t even blink.
“Well,” he said."Whatever you blast into the world on a bumper-sticker, you’re either Preachin” to the Choir or you’re Drawin’ Fire, and either way, why bother?”