Hey There Wildflower

Father and Daughter

She’d obviously been thinking. “Daddy,” she said thoughtfully, “do you realize that Herb died on the very day that you became half his age? And that, for that matter, even though today is the thirteenth and I myself happen to be thirteen, in two days it will be seven days until I become exactly two sevenths your age. Which is weird because at that point I will be two times seven and you are seven squared  and Herb was two times seven squared, which of course also means that I will have become one seventh of Herb’s age. And what’s really weird, if you think about it” –-clearly she’d been dwelling on all this, up there in the window her mind had been racing– “half of seven is 3.5 and you are going to be 3.5 times as old as me, or phrased differently, 35 years older than me.”

I looked at her for a few long seconds and finally said, “Sara, get a life.”

~Lawrence Weschler, Everything That Rises: A Book of Convergences

YOU’RE BEAUTIFUL, but you’re wrong.

‎”There are many things in your heart you can never tell to another person. They are you, your private joys and sorrows, and you can never tell them. You cheapen yourself, the inside of yourself, when you tell them.” Greta Garbo

Greta Garbo, you’re beautiful. One of my favorites. but you are wrong. Maybe as an actress and as a woman whose paycheck was earned by playing the alluring witch lady character of herself, yes, to do it appealingly over and over, you must silence elements of that character . On the other hand, to create a character, or to create a story, or both, you have to peal your skin from your guts and bind the manuscript with it.

You have to squeeze the salt from your tears to brush the ink with it.

You make a patchwork of everything that you know and have ever known about humans and nature and society and beauty and their rhythms. and that is what it takes. No more, no less. You give the piece you are working on everything because everything you got is the only way to construct the gorgeous silence.

You leave no silence for yourself. and you give it all to work.

You performers, you enjoy that privacy now. At best, you keep precious peace but sell your dignity. (Not that I don’t enjoy watching it or anything like that)

“Give me a whiskey, ginger ale on the side, and don’t be stingy, baby.”