Reading David Harwell’s “community biography” of Walker Percy (Walker Percy Remembered), and the introduction begins: Many people cried when they talked to me about Walker Percy. This was a bit surprising at first. When I set out to fill in some of the gaps in the Percy story, I was expecting stories and laughter, the primary elements I thought were missing…Invariably, however, the conversations turned to thoughts of Percy’s absence from the lives of the people who shared their stories with me, remembrances of his passing, and there was sadness to those memories. He was a much-loved man, and his loss is still felt by those who were close to him.
Cussing, from time to time, is like getting caught in an unexpected rain shower - at first it's an annoyance but then you laugh, waving a bit of paper over your head in an attempt to stay dry. It cleanses, in it's strange way without the long term affects of kicking something very hard. I believe words contain only the power we assign them, individually. I could just as easily blurt out the name of a political party that annoys me when I break a treasured mug but cussing is safer....
This makes me smile. Like the lady on the line. I love all things Autumn as well - simply best season of all and in the company of a good book or three.
Beautiful. Also, I loved this line: "At the end of the day, or the end of your life, it won’t be the wins people remember, but rather the things you loved, those specificities that made you you."
Oh, this made me smile, sir John. I love Frank Sinatra music a lot, and autumn....often they're intertwined as my mother passed in September and she always loved Frank Sinatra.
As to cussing and real life on the line at UPS (or the Amazon warehouse, or whatevs), it is indeed the place where most of the world lives. Funny how our humanity is the most common bridge between us when we think of "sharing our faith."
Thanks for telling a little of your story along the way. You give me hope.
Cussing, from time to time, is like getting caught in an unexpected rain shower - at first it's an annoyance but then you laugh, waving a bit of paper over your head in an attempt to stay dry. It cleanses, in it's strange way without the long term affects of kicking something very hard. I believe words contain only the power we assign them, individually. I could just as easily blurt out the name of a political party that annoys me when I break a treasured mug but cussing is safer....
This makes me smile. Like the lady on the line. I love all things Autumn as well - simply best season of all and in the company of a good book or three.
You and the UPS coworkers give me hope. Cuss away.
Beautiful. Also, I loved this line: "At the end of the day, or the end of your life, it won’t be the wins people remember, but rather the things you loved, those specificities that made you you."
Oh, this made me smile, sir John. I love Frank Sinatra music a lot, and autumn....often they're intertwined as my mother passed in September and she always loved Frank Sinatra.
As to cussing and real life on the line at UPS (or the Amazon warehouse, or whatevs), it is indeed the place where most of the world lives. Funny how our humanity is the most common bridge between us when we think of "sharing our faith."
Thanks for telling a little of your story along the way. You give me hope.