"My great-aunt Alice, Miss Rumphius, is very old now. Her hair is very white. Every year there are more and more lupines. Now they call her the Lupine Lady. Sometimes my friends stand with me outside her gate, curious to see the old, old lady who planted the fields of lupines. When she invites us in, they come slowly. They think she is the oldest woman in the world. Often she tells us stories of faraway places.
"When I grow up," I tell her, "I too will go to faraway places and come home to live by the sea."
"That is all very well, little Alice," says my aunt, "but there is a third thing you must do."
"What is that?" I ask.
"You must do something to make the world more beautiful."
"All right," I say.
But I do no know yet what that will be.

Sunday, December 15, 2013

FarFar


How do you describe love? Admiration? Trust? And respect for someone you’ve lost? What do you say when words don’t run deep enough? And how do you thank someone who has already left? I guess in my case you use someone else’s words.  Henry D. Thoreau once said, “How vain it is to sit down to write when you have not stood up to live.” How fortunate in my life I had an example of not only how to sit and write, but mostly how to STAND UP and live? 
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