Friday, April 24, 2009

When Does It End?

I was driving to a customer meeting this morning. The sky was not so blue as usual. Jet contrails scudded across the upper sky. The lower sky verged on white. This made me want to cry. Then I passed under an iron bridge. It was so beautiful I caught my breath. You’d think I’d be done with such nonsense by this point. By this point in the process of being alive and then eventually dying.

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Blogger Pam said...

In the intensity of truly noticing, you're more alive than anyone on the planet. I don't think that's nonsense, I think it's the opposite of borrowing death.

April 24, 2009 at 10:56 AM  
Blogger Amanda said...

These things happen to me too. I used to think it was a weakness; as a child, they called me "too sensitive." But it's a wonderful thing to be where you be and see things and not quite be able to breathe. A wonderful and horrible thing. I think I love my life more because of the dust, because something's always whispering "Remember. Remember you are dust."

April 24, 2009 at 11:24 AM  
Anonymous midlife slices said...

...and I thought it was just me....

April 25, 2009 at 11:45 AM  
Blogger Peonies and Polaroids said...

I'm so glad that you're not done with noticing the beauty in the everyday. Please don't ever be done.

April 27, 2009 at 11:13 AM  

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