Thank you for such a beautiful piece! The “ding” that it was there for me to read was meant to be just at the time it arrived. My husband doesn’t understand why I read what I do. “You enjoy reading that stuff?” So…I read it aloud for him. I’m pretty sure he changed his mind, even if just ever so slightly! You helped both of us today!
Beautiful. I was interviewed once by our local paper (a community volunteer spotlight kind of thing) and was asked a variant on this question: "Name three people with whom you would like to have dinner." Like you note in the article, most answers were Lincoln, Washington, a few Jesus....... My answer, because I "knew" these historical guys, was, "Three people from about 1000 years out. I want to know what happens!" Clever me! LOL! But it was true. The past is, well, the past. But what happens? Do we make it as a species? Are we traveling between the stars? Sigh............................
A beautiful musing, and the tension of choosing between someone we loved and someone famous. Why does choosing someone we loved seem like a squandered opportunity, as if we might actually gain great wisdom from a one-day conversation with Einstein?
Thank you for this article. I became a widow 3 months ago yesterday. and I have been thinking about this same question. I used to answer it as wanting to spend time with my Mother again, not someone famous. Now I answer it with my husband, Greg. About a week ago, I cried myself to sleep thinking about many good things we had done together and the problems we had dealt with. But it all comes down to wanting him back. I had been his caregiver for several years and having all those responsibilities disappear has been kind of odd, all this extra time to fill. I know the void will never be filled, but I am trying every day to accept life as it is now.
Our essential lightness of being is often misplaced. When it leaves us we don’t have a clue nor does it occur to us where the place is we never intended to go. I sense my riotous self expulsion is also without a means to reverse engineer. So it feels accidental as all joy appears. Some in my circle of predilection insist it is a deeply buried memory or trauma for short but I protest. My soul is so much larger than myself but like a pale blue lake on a folding map it is too small to have a name. You are so gifted with magical second sight, dual realms of stardust and belief. Thank you, and thank you again.
Such a beautiful piece. It brought a lump to my throat and a heaviness in my chest. Everyone knows who I would say if I got a day to spend with anyone; my husband who died in 2018. Sure I could say so many people; we all have a list. But if you've lost that one person, that would be your answer.
What a lovely and poignant piece, Karen. Thank you for writing and drawing. I've just come from a weekend with my "cancer sisters," and so the women we have lost would be invited to tea. And probably a few of my cats--Jeb and Jim most especially.
Oh, my! Thank you! This is one I will keep to reread and reread, and share. What is the saying, “Life is what happens when you’re not paying attention.”? ❤️
Thank you for such a beautiful piece! The “ding” that it was there for me to read was meant to be just at the time it arrived. My husband doesn’t understand why I read what I do. “You enjoy reading that stuff?” So…I read it aloud for him. I’m pretty sure he changed his mind, even if just ever so slightly! You helped both of us today!
So lovely I read it twice!
Karen, I really enjoyed your story. You are so talented and I admire all you do!
Beautiful. I was interviewed once by our local paper (a community volunteer spotlight kind of thing) and was asked a variant on this question: "Name three people with whom you would like to have dinner." Like you note in the article, most answers were Lincoln, Washington, a few Jesus....... My answer, because I "knew" these historical guys, was, "Three people from about 1000 years out. I want to know what happens!" Clever me! LOL! But it was true. The past is, well, the past. But what happens? Do we make it as a species? Are we traveling between the stars? Sigh............................
A beautiful musing, and the tension of choosing between someone we loved and someone famous. Why does choosing someone we loved seem like a squandered opportunity, as if we might actually gain great wisdom from a one-day conversation with Einstein?
Wonderful. Thank you.
Thank you for this article. I became a widow 3 months ago yesterday. and I have been thinking about this same question. I used to answer it as wanting to spend time with my Mother again, not someone famous. Now I answer it with my husband, Greg. About a week ago, I cried myself to sleep thinking about many good things we had done together and the problems we had dealt with. But it all comes down to wanting him back. I had been his caregiver for several years and having all those responsibilities disappear has been kind of odd, all this extra time to fill. I know the void will never be filled, but I am trying every day to accept life as it is now.
Our essential lightness of being is often misplaced. When it leaves us we don’t have a clue nor does it occur to us where the place is we never intended to go. I sense my riotous self expulsion is also without a means to reverse engineer. So it feels accidental as all joy appears. Some in my circle of predilection insist it is a deeply buried memory or trauma for short but I protest. My soul is so much larger than myself but like a pale blue lake on a folding map it is too small to have a name. You are so gifted with magical second sight, dual realms of stardust and belief. Thank you, and thank you again.
Lovely. And like Lars I would pick my beloved spouse who left this Earth too soon. 💔
Such a beautiful, evocative story. I loved it so much.
Such a beautiful piece. It brought a lump to my throat and a heaviness in my chest. Everyone knows who I would say if I got a day to spend with anyone; my husband who died in 2018. Sure I could say so many people; we all have a list. But if you've lost that one person, that would be your answer.
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What a lovely and poignant piece, Karen. Thank you for writing and drawing. I've just come from a weekend with my "cancer sisters," and so the women we have lost would be invited to tea. And probably a few of my cats--Jeb and Jim most especially.
Oh, my! Thank you! This is one I will keep to reread and reread, and share. What is the saying, “Life is what happens when you’re not paying attention.”? ❤️
A lovely story and picture on a hot steamy summer day.
So beautiful. I'm still crying.