That's what it looks like from my front porch into the library through the window. See all the blur? That's due to the incredible warmth and humidity that swept in this morning, making every mirror, glass cabinet, window and wall in my house sweat. Last night was cool and dry, perfect and lovely. Today? Ah well. We've flipped again.
I haven't gotten shit done today but it's been an interesting day. Two friends dropped by and we visited for awhile and it was nice. Very nice. We discussed everything from life-after-death and what might happen (I have no idea) to the fact that a woman we know is pregnant with her eleventh child. While we were discussing the life-after-death possibilities, I quoted a thing I read on Facebook today which is attributed to Noel Coward who was born on this day in 1899.
"We have no reliable guarantee that the afterlife will be any less exasperating than this one, have we?"
A bit depressing but undeniably true and Noel, having died in 1973, either now knows or does not know. Here's another quote of his which I adore:
"Hollywood is a place where some people lie on the beach and look up at the stars, whereas other people lie on the stars and look down at the beach."
Oh my goodness. Sometimes I mourn for the days when wit and intelligence and talent were prized rather than the snark and bullshit which passes for quotable quotes today.
My friends and I made about as much headway on the topic of the afterlife as we did on why anyone would want eleven children. And you know what? Some things are just not ours to know.
Or judge, if you get right down to it.
But the Great Mysteries give our brains something to chew on while they're not busy calculating gas milage or what to have for dinner or what our paypal password is or where that missing CD could be, I suppose.
Mr. Moon has gone to a basketball game in town with a friend and I actually IRONED HIS SHIRT! (I know. Shut up. He deserves an ironed shirt once in awhile.) I have soup cooking.
What we do know is that we have this, right now. The flower, the soup, the wet diaper, the sharp peppery arugula, the hands of the people we love.
I could not, I would not, ask for more.
I will not shut up, I LOVE to iron, but then again so does my husband, It is very satisfying especially with Niagara sizing. I think we like the warmth actually, That and washing dishes in really hot water seem to be the only activities that thaw our fingers. Your little posies are very pretty!ReplyDelete
This is beautiful.ReplyDelete
I always think of Frida Kahlo and what she said as she was dying " I do not wish to return" or something to that affect ...ReplyDelete
Ms Moon, I love you. You have a beautiful soul.ReplyDelete
Those Noel Coward quotes are excellent! I, too, especially love the Hollywood one. So, so true.ReplyDelete
Heartfelt conversations on the porch or at the kitchen table with friends is so soul satisfying! Much like that beautiful pot of soup you have made. I hope cornbread was involved.ReplyDelete
Two quotes on death I ponder on, "The cradle rocks above an abyss, and common sense tells us that our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness.” Vladimir Nabokov, but in my heart I hope it's more like this one “Maybe when we die, the first thing we’ll say is, 'I know this feeling. I was here before.” Don DeLillo. Ahh the possibilities and mystery of it all1
I think your plant is the cuphea ignea bush, commonly called the cigarette bush, or firecracker plant.ReplyDelete
Love that second quote. You're so right. All we really know is the realness of this moment. But I love having such conversations with non dogmatic people who let their minds roam. Exploration freely embarked upon is often profound.ReplyDelete
We have a weird winter here, too. It's like a cold summer's day rather than a warm winter's day. Freaky.ReplyDelete
Eleven children might be okay if you make them your life and you easily pop them out. I don't know. I'm happy with my three.
Oh and my cleaner is now too pregnant to come (her sister is coming sometime in January to take over) so I will have to do my own ironing for a while which is annoying me, but I will watch Lewis while I do.ReplyDelete
Eleven children? Well, don't get me started about THAT.ReplyDelete
I'm going with the "spark off" theory. (And what a great way to put it.) I hope I'm not reborn. I don't know if I have the energy!
there is so much we don't know even though we know so much. I figure that death is like birth only from the other side. but I do think something continues on.ReplyDelete