Begin Again

I woke up this morning and the first thing that came to my mind was a poem that had the words “begin again.” So I googled it and found the news that she had passed away last Wednesday. Her name is Grace Paley. I’ve never met this woman but she is a huge memory trigger for me. It’s the first book I picked out from the shelf of an old friend and somehow it stuck in my mind. The first short story I read of her is also the shortest story I've ever read, barely a page and a half and was about a woman returning a long overdue book (25 years) at the library and meeting her old husband there. It doesn’t hurt too that when I read her, I felt that she gave words to thoughts I would only dare say, muffled even when I knew no one was listening, to my pillow. Often I'm puzzled at the intensity that a seemingly insignifican fact seems to hold such importance. I don’t know why this happens but I have learned not think too too much about these sometimes obsessive impulses in my brain about things that I fear are either disconnected or useless. If I give it enough time, it leads me somewhere and often in surprising ways. So here the poem by one of the best voices I've ever heard among writers.

In the Bus

Somewhere between Greenfield and Holyoke
snow became rain
and a child passed through me
as a person moves through mist
as the moon moves through
a dense cloud at night
as though I were a cloud or mist
as child passed through me
On the highway that lies
across miles of stubble
and tobacco barns our bus speeding
speeding disordered the slanty rain
and a girl with no name naked
wearing the last nakedness of
childhood breathed in me
once no
two breaths
a sigh she whispered Hey you
begin again
Again?
again again you'll see
it's easy begin again long ago

---Grace Paley

Imperatives

We happenned upon this by the pier of Coal Harbor, Vancouver Canada. I love it! A slide frame attached to the post with metal garden wires. It swung gently to the wind and caught my eye and I smiled when I saw those words. I love this. Such a good use of the imperative sentence which had been relegated to all things boring and tedious. And what a waste! Imperative sentences have such powerful impetus yet we have reduced it to be, essentially, the language for chores. Wash separately, the tag on your clothes would say for example.

Think! If we applied this intense construction to the business of our lives, think of what we could do. Imagine how brave we would be.

So genius an idea, I think I'll do the same in Chicago when I get back. Maybe in some small way some I can repay the same person who gave me the delightful gift of humor and wit on a sunny Friday afternoon by giving yet another unsuspecting person the opportunity to find themselves peering contentedly in the distance and in their own lives.

So dear reader, I invite you to think in imperatives, even for just a day, and then see what happens. Read intently. Love unabashedly. Floss precisely. Peer contentedly!

Pacific Coast Road Trip

The road trip begins. I head off to LA with Kevin and Rachelle. We stay with my friends Arielo and Mady and his family. I meet Angeli, my godchild. She has wild eyes that stare at you waiting for you to do something great.