This morning I was reminded, as I put books aside to give away, that there is a book waiting for me at the little Scituate Harbor Bookstore, called Lipstick in Afghanistan by Roberta Gately. And so I took myself to Scituate Harbor noting that I wanted to stop at the Dunkin’ Donuts up the street on my return trip.
As I walked down the street I noticed a store called The Silent Chef, and this reminded me that a good friend, a chef extraordinaire, just went to New Haven, to see doctors about a cutting edge treatment for her lung cancer, to boost immunity. She has, at my recommendation, eaten tiger lily soup with matzoh balls (my husband’s innovation) and also is drinking Tiger’s Milk. Yes, put a tiger in your tank. And of course it came up Blake for me, the street where a friend recently lived, and of course his most amazing poem, Tyger Tyger! Yes, I noticed this, The Silent Chef, and it reminded me to email my friend, to find out about her recent trip, because she has been, silent. The other reminder for me, of something in the works, was the sailboat with the sign Out of the Blue. Why? Because there’s a story here, and maybe it feels like fiction, but I have walked into an amazing universe and I intend to talk about this. Sailboats for me, marked, the beginning of a coincidence that is part of a story, that is deeply about, all that I am writing. Yes, Sail Magazine. Maybe something amazing will happen, quite, Out of the Blue! Maybe it will make a stir. EAST STIR?
Surely we need something, after Itamar, after Japan.
I walked in to the Dunkin’ Donuts, just as Christina, behind the counter was talking to a customer about her very weird experience. Without my asking, this lovely young woman, told me, her car mechanic had hooked her stereo up to her headlights! How weird.
I felt the weirdly wonderful about all this because I have walked into a non random universe, forgive me, and you cannot, forbid me. I told her, there is something beautiful about this, as you are, such a beautiful person. I could tell! So I gave her my card, and I was struck by her name because I saw, in a particular exhibit, a tree, at the New England Flower Show the unmistakeable figure of Christ, and I couldn’t easily tear myself away from this, and took photos. Beyond this, everywhere I am going today it’s coming up Christ as seen in the way the limbs of the trees reach up, as in even, the fork in the road that separates Summer from Prospect where I live.
I am feeling something very, very deep, and this blog is a most incomplete attempt to express this. I keep a Diary, but I cannot write it all down.
Today I am wearing my Supercalifragilisticexpidalidocious T shirt, one I purchased at the fabulous Mary Poppins musical yesterday. I am Mary Poppins. I realized this when I brought in two umbrellas from my car en route to the House with my book, and two Easter cards for friends. And so, are YOU. Just believe in magic. Because in my life, there is this visible expression of magic, wherever I go.
And yes, I get taken down. How? I passed an upended animal in the road coming home, and I wept, and said to myself, Ruth, how can you be glad, in the midst of this, sadness? I was overwhelmed. That’s life isn’t it? The bittersweet. Always, the Bitter and The Sweet.
a spoonful of sugar makes the medicine go down…
I am, your roving reporter, simply, ruth