A Year with EB White
"You have been my friend. That in itself is a tremendous thing. I wove my webs for you because I liked you. After all, what's a life, anyway? We're born, we live a little while, we die. A spider's life can't help being something of a mess, with all this trapping and eating flies. By helping you, perhaps I was trying to lift up my life a trifle. Heaven knows anyone's life can stand a little of that."----- from Charlotte's Web I am a soul always drawn and fascinated by the idea of " A Year of...". A Year of Rumi. A Year of Calvin and Hobbes. A year cooking with Julia Child. A project that provides guidance for the year and a ruler we can measure inward growth in the course of our circle around the sun. One year, after an early marriage and an unsurprising--except to me--early divorce, I came across a book by Sue Hubbell titled A Country Year. I didn't plan for it to take a year to read, but it did. I only read it at night before I went t
Always so nice to visit you. Stop by my place and catch my new giveaway! Happy Sunday!
ReplyDeletehave been catching up on events in your neck of the woods... things sound busy!
ReplyDeleteThe poems you post never fail to transport me, seconds stand still and the atmosphere is physically changed for a moment.... I don't know where you find them all :-)
hope alls well for you, have a great week :-)
Dear Distracted, was out of circulation for a while, doing some deep breathing elsewhere, but good to get back to the blogosphere, and to catch up a little with some of the best, like yours... love the music selections you've posted lately, the jazz cover, and the pieces from Mardi Gras, and this one. Awful to think that one tiny blood vessel can burst, and wham, we're sent away, never to return. Fragile creatures we are, strange how we can be so proud and arrogant, when we should be quiet and humble, oh so humble.
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