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Scripted and unscripted love

After reading Fiona’s post describing the making of her banner for Mo’s project (“I Dream of a World Where Love is the Answer), I decided I wanted my own embroidered “love”. So I stitched the word on a strip of walnut-dyed cloth just below an appliquéd heart. It seemed a good spot.

Have you noticed how often typing on a phone that one mistakenly types ‘live’ when one means ‘love’ or ‘love’ when one means ‘live’?

The quirks of a teeny iphone keyboard dishing up a philosophical message is emblematic of our age — for what is life without love?

To live is to love. To love is to live.

If one is loving, of course.

We were out of town this weekend and I got to witness the tender care my sister-in-law gave her 91 year old father. Did he need anything? Could she read his cards to him? Didn’t he look sharp in yellow and how about walking down the hall a little ways? I reflected on how my manner with my sister in no way approaches such soft, tenderness; how I could NEVER get her to walk down the hall a little ways; how impatient and defended I can be.

There are lots of reasons for the differences, reasons both exonerating and out of my control, but the weekend felt like an object lesson anyway.

Because it was also Kentucky Derby weekend, the guys made mint juleps.


The visits are always short these days and all the more precious for being so.

Interior smile

The snow is gone but the cold is back. It was a good weekend. I went to the movies (“Hidden Figures”) and was feted one last time for my birthday (breakfast out and more gifts). I spent two hours straightening my studio and it felt divine (PS, I found 46 collages of SoulCollage material, ready to be xeroxed — I am on a ROLL). We had that lobster salad!

This week, prosaic stuff (speaking of birthdays and AGE): a shingles shot, a cholesterol re-check, and osteoporosis research.

I was told earlier this month that my bone density declined ‘precipitously’. Both doctors used the word ‘severe’. Yikes. I was all set to schedule medical intervention (in the form of an annual shot), until I heard that these meds only make your bones denser, they don’t actually make them stronger. What the fuck is that?

I have always been agile and sometimes, even graceful and athletic. It is really new to gingerly baby step across the ice, fearful of falling.

So, yeah, prosaic. But, I have to say — I can’t wait to watch my TV recording of the epic screw up during the Academy Awards last night. So much for the locked brief cases and CPA-precision, huh?

PPS  Regarding the post’s title, “Interior Smile” — listening to Tim Ferris podcast (author of the Four Hour Work Week), I was led to this wonderful 25 minute meditation led by Tara Brach — she leads the listener to imagine and then feel a smile in every part of the body. Wonderful! Maybe apply after every dose of the news?