Good morning, world/ Good mourning, world
Whoever out there is mourning, and there is always, the death of a sparrow, take heart. I think it’s not over, when, it’s over…
I don’t read the newspapers often, because I am looking for something sweet and lovely, and sometimes I need a “down” comforter, because the news can be so depressing, so sad, so filled with cruelty and disasters, personal and cosmic, around the world. Tsunamis, earthquakes, land mines. Life is a minefield in every sense of the word: mine for what we own, and minefield for the slings and arrows ever present, and also for the geodes within, those jewels we all find, that make of our lives fascinating facets in a prism that is vast, as we reflect light in myriad colors, beautiful hues. Beautiful “yous”. Maybe when we die, we change “yous”, just as, when we dye, we change hues. Something to think about. AWE, the alchemy of words!
We all lead chequered lives, and here’s a short story about checks, so scarf this one down, with your morning coffee and hot croissant. I am thinking Paris, as you can see!
I have a friend, Rosanna Alfaro, who is a playwright. She’s now seventy-two and has written some lovely and deep plays but most recently she has a play being produced by the Huntington Theater in Boston, and I have tickets, for November 11. Anyhow, the day I purchased these tickets I was in Scituate Harbor, in fact, right after purchasing these tickets. My mission was to buy some sour cream for a banana bread recipe that is awesome, out of the by now old Boston University Cookbook. My last birthday, Rosanna had given me a lovely, so soft, yellow check scarf. Now what we gift each other, does always, it seems, serve as a reminder to the recipient of this love, of friendship. So here I was, at this Marketplace, and suddenly spot a section filled with scarves so like mine, but in different colors of check. So I go to “check this out” by feeling these scarves, and surely it must be, the exact SAME label.
I am thinking there’s a smiling Tinkerbell following my every move, and it feels like LOVE. So yes, I believe. I truly DO, and Tinkerbell, I have never lost you. And NEVER will.
Do you, dear Readers, have a Tinkerbell story? If you do… share it. By the way, Peter Pan is now playing in Boston, in the round.