Friday, April 29, 2022

A Trembling Camellia

 "I begin to cry, quietly, slowly, a trembling camellia in my breast." 

Is that not the most beautiful image? 

I am reading "The Elegance of the Hedgehog" by Muriel Barbery and I am enthralled. 

In one scene towards the end of the novel: a young man returns to his former apartment and asks the concierge the name of the flowers planted in the garden. She tells him "camellias" and he tells her "when I was in a really bad way I would think about those flowers, and it did me good... it practically saved my life." 

"'Jean, you cannot imagine how happy I am that you came by here today.'"

"'But why?'"

"Because a camellia can change fate."

Friday, April 22, 2022

Other Writers

 I was thinking that my reader(s) may think me lazy because I love quoting other writers and then I remembered Nancy Mairs' "Voice Lessons" and a passage that made me happy because it gave me permission to quote others. (Throughout my life writers have given me permission to think what I think and not what I think I should think.) In this particular passage that I remember had me sighing with relief (because I do love a good quote) Mairs quotes Jane Tompkins ("Me and My Shadow"):

"I find that having released myself from the duty to say things that I am not interested in, in a language I resist, I feel free to entertain other people's voices. Quoting them becomes a pleasure of appreciation rather than the obligatory giving of credit, because when I write in a voice that is not struggling to be heard through a language, I no longer feel that it is not I who am speaking, and so, there is more room for what others have said."

She also quotes Carolyn Heilbrun who I adore: "Lives do not serve as models, only stories do that. And it is a hard thing to make up stories to live by. We can only retell and live by the stories we have read or heard. We live our lives though texts."

I understand better now why I have been devouring books this past year. I am looking for a new novel way to live my final act. 


Tuesday, April 19, 2022

More food for thought (for me and Lisa)

 Another quote from "The Little Paris Bookshop":

"'Do you know that there's a halfway world between each ending and each new beginning? It's called the hurting time, Jean Perdu. It's a bog; it's where your dreams and worries and forgotten plans gather. Your steps are heavier during that time. Don't underestimate the transition... between farewell and new departure. Give yourself the time you need. Some thresholds are too wide to be taken in one stride.'"

Fauci

 During the pandemic, we agreed to take a kitten into our home. We thought it male and in a bow to Dr. Fauci, we decided to name him after this good doctor. When we learnt that Fauci was a girl, we called her Miss Fauci though most often we drop the Miss. 

I find myself in love with this small creature and wondered why beyond the idea that she is regal and Egyptian (or in my head she is - "Egyptians believed cats were magical creatures, capable of bringing good luck to the people who housed them.") so I did a little research. 

One article noted:

"I believe that a major reason we love cats is because of an uncanny ability that few humans possess: they register our tactile presence in a deeply felt way. They really know how to let us in! They’re right there in the delectable moment receiving our touch.

Delighting in our physical presence, they may begin to purr and perhaps roll on their backs, exposing their vulnerability. As if to say, “I trust you. Give me some love and make me feel good.” Their gift to us is that they receive us deeply, without any troubling cognitions or disturbing memories of less savory moments, such as when we forgot to feed them or clean their litter box. They let all of that go. They’re just here with us right now.

Perhaps you’re blessed to have a partner who receives you in a deep way. What a gift to sense that your partner is really letting you in. But sadly, most of us have blocks to receiving deeply and freely. Perhaps past conflicts or traumas have muddied the waters. Or, we’ve been taught that giving is nobler than receiving and we believe that we’re selfish if we receive uninhibitedly.

Cats teach us that this ain't so. Most likely, we don’t judge cats as being selfish; we relish how openly they let us in. Or, perhaps we think they're selfish, but we don't mind. Humans could use more healthy narcissism in regard to receiving people more deeply.

Research has shown that cats can be very healing for us. A 10-year research study suggests that cat owners were less likely to die of heart attacks than people who have never owned one. The latter group was 40 percent more likely to die from heart attacks and 30 percent more likely to die from cardiovascular disease. Other studies confirm that cats can lower our blood pressure and release dopamine and serotonin, which reduce stress and improve immune functioning.

Cats can also help release oxytocin, which is associated with the feeling of being in love. As we know, love heals, and perhaps an important aspect of this healing is the bonding created by their ability to receive us deeply. I have fond memories of my now deceased cat slowly sauntering toward me and lying on my chest, purring. It’s a precious feeling that puts us into a relaxed state...

Be a cat. Get out of your head, take a deep, easy breath, and be mindfully present with how it feels in your body to receive a hug and affection from a loved one. Whether from a cat or human, letting in love just might heal you."








Monday, April 18, 2022

Habit

 "Habit is a vain and treacherous goddess. She lets nothing disrupt her rule. She smothers one desire after another: the desire to travel, the desire for a better job or a new love. She stops us from living as we would like, because habit prevents us from asking ourselves whether we continue to enjoy doing what we do."        ~  Nina George (The Little Paris Bookshop)

I will think on habit today and return to discuss habit and whether I am enjoying what I do. 

Saturday, April 16, 2022

I Want to Dance

"Dance is the hidden language of the soul of the body."        Martha Graham

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I've decided amid all in this messy world, I must find something of beauty, and the two things that I truly think beautiful are dance and books. Yesterday I finished "The Little Paris Bookshop" by Nina George and  I felt so happy, I'm reading it again to write quotes. 

"With all due respect, what you read is more important in the long term than the man you marry...

"Surrender to the treasures of books instead of entering pointless relationships with men, who neglect you anyway, or going on crazy diets because you're not thin enough for one man and not stupid enough for the next...

Books keep stupidity at bay. And vain hopes. And vain men. They undress you with love, strength and knowledge. It's love from within."

Saturday, April 09, 2022

Just Call Me Pathetic...

Lots of thoughts thunk but do they find their way to paper? Rarely.

David Reid suggested that I read "French Braid" by Ann Tyler. He tells me that Tyler loves family and he found this novel curious and interesting. Susan (who is listening to the audio version) says it has no bite. She wants to read a book that gives some insight into her close relationships. I'm with Susan. I need some light right now.

I dwell on dying too often. The world is not a happy one. My baby sister wrote about her happiness in a FaceBook post and questioned herself. How dare she be happy when the world is so unhappy? Another friend who had booked a trip to France cancelled at the last moment. She did not want to leave her family when another world war might happen. How do we live our lives at this time? 

I have begun Ann Patchett's "These Precious Days" - a compilation of essays about her thoughts when the pandemic was raging, still rages. 

"Death always thinks of us eventually. The trick is to find the joy in the interim and make good use of the days we have."

I feel as if I am nearing my expiry date and I don't want my last days (hopefully years) to be filled with doom and gloom. I want to find a way to give and enjoy the time I have left.