Beautiful E-card from Jacquie Lawson
"There is nothing to beat this solace...of reaching age in the company of the other; of speech shared and divided bread smoking from the fire; the unambivalent bliss of going home to be at home -- the ease of coming back to love begun. When the ocean heaves sending rhythms of water ashore...they will rest before shouldering the endless work they were created to do down here in paradise."
~ Toni Morrison
American novelist, b. 1931
Pulitzer Prize for Fiction, 1988
Nobel Prize in Literature, 1993
[see also: Emily Dickinson ~ Eden]
Twenty - five Years Ago ~ 2 September 1989
The Cake Picture
New Home
Toni Morrison, in her Nobel lecture in 1993, said, “We die. That may be the meaning of life. But we do language. That may be the measure of our lives.”
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