Good Times

April 17th, 2017 — 7:17pm

I thought I might die laughing several times during Easter dinner with our darling Jenna and her family yesterday afternoon–actually stop being able to breathe, I was laughing so hard. So was everyone. I close my eyes and see Deren grinning, Harold covering his face with hands and shaking his head, Rick giving an evil wink. Jenna smiles wide, Vince chortles, Onnalee bangs on her tray in time to the hilarity, and young Abe beams benevolently from his perch in his dad’s arms. I struggle to catch my breath, not really caring if I do or I don’t.

Well, what better way to go? A time like that is pure poetry. So here’s another post in honor of it.

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The Purpose of Life

April 14th, 2017 — 11:40am

“What was really needed was a fundamental change in our attitude toward life. We had to learn ourselves and, furthermore, we had to teach the despairing men, that it did not really matter what we expected from life, but rather what life expected from us. We needed to stop asking about the meaning of life, and instead to think of ourselves as those who were being questioned by life–daily and hourly.”  –Victor Frankl, Man’s Search For Meaning

I often think there can’t be much I can say in such troubled and troubling times as these.

My next thought is that times have always been troubled and troubling. For someone, somewhere, always. And that while being quiet can be vital and healing, if it’s a response to despair and not an inner exploration, it’s not doing much.

Then I think, if I could offer anyone anything,what would it be? It would be hope. Hope has always seemed to me like the most important thing. But what is it, and how do you package it up if you do manage to find it?

I think that’s been why I write. Writing for me has been not only a search for hope and meaning, but also a search for a way to share it. Words are magic carpets that carry hope to distant places, and distant can be anywhere–down the road, around the globe, in the future if the words survive. Writing is a stab at immortality, and at its best, an effort made in the attempt to offer hope, which is what the quote at the top did for me.

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