Romantic Love is never and has never been enough for broken people to find illumination for their path.
There is so much more to life to be fixated on the love of one person. Be open to love from everyone in your life and things will be different. Love your friends, love your family, love your neighbors but first, get to know them.
Fall is one of the most beautiful times of year for me. It harkens the death that becomes life in my second favorite season; Spring.
I look forward to the deep changes, the falling leaves that go through a rainbow of color as they fall and start to rot and become one with the soil that birthed them. There is something about the smell of the composting leaves that does it for me right before the first snowfall.
What smells do you associate with fall?
If time were to stop right now, it would be near perfect. I’m watching http://www.saltybet.com on the computer, Ice Age: Continental Drift and this is one of the rare times that my cat is sprawled across me. If I could tweak this moment, I would move the cat to bed and I would still be snuggled in with my Husband on this chilly morning but having this alone time with the cat, interested in being around me but not begging for food is pretty precious. The most mundane things are special, I don’t know if I’d want to change that.
And here is a picture of my silly cat who never ceases to amuse me in one of the positions that makes me question whether or not he’s lived this life already.
Without a doubt, the single most influential teacher I’ve had was my HS English Teacher Ms G. She was everything I hoped to be in High School; witty, articulate, intelligent and doing what she loved. Her was a small woman, but her presence and love of teaching in creative ways was so over powering that we always showed up to class. She’s the reason my favorite book is Macbeth. I remember her lessons well.
Here’s to you Ms. G. Everything I write, you’ve influenced in someway.
So it’s that time of year when I no longer want to read new books, I want to revel in the comfort that I found in titles I love.
I used to be sad when this feeling rolled around but now I relish my re-reading of Macbeth, 100 Years of Solitude and everything that Junot Diaz has written.
I always re-read these books because they are so inspiring as a writer and a reader. I can always find a new layer of meaning and revel in the craftsmanship of these books.
Off I go. I will start with you Shakespeare because you were the first to have my heart.
The depressing thing about this daily prompt is that there are infinite things to write about like women’s equality issues, the recent increase in gun violence, Bloomberg…etc. I don’t think there will ever be a time when we stop having these kinds of issues until we learn to consider other people.
Growing up in a 3rd World Country allowed me to think about what was best for my family / community first. The self importance and indulgence we can get caught up in, of being American with the benefits that come along with that seriously makes regular people believe that their beliefs, morals and thoughts should be the standard for everyone else instead of a more “let’s agree to disagree” stance.
The people we come into contact with everyday have their own feelings and problems and they don’t want to be told by you to change their morals. Period. You’re not more qualified by them to make a decision for their own lives. As long as there is no harm done to another person and you are respectful and compassionate I think it would solve most of our societal issues.