When I shared this photo of my tablecloth and centerpiece,
my observant friend -- and excellent photographer* Julie Windhorst
responded with the following decorative cabbages:
Nature Imitates Art
Time & Chance Happeneth to Them All
from the letters of
Emily Dickinson:
"Affection is like bread,
unnoticed till we starve, and then we dream of it,
and sing of it, and paint it, when every urchin
in the street has more than he can eat.
We turn not older with years,
but newer every day."
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"As I grow older
I'm growing younger
every day"
To my surprise, when I ordered Atul Gawande's book used from amazon, it arrived with this note tucked inside the pages, written in a shaky hand and uncannily echoing the words of Emily Dickinson.
Gerry and I both used this prophetic scrap of paper for a bookmark as we read this highly and often recommended commentary on how to deal with / avoid unnecessary end - of - life medical intervention, sometimes thoughtlessly suggested, if not forced upon us, by health care professionals.
For more on aging and mortality and
our connective, collective life on earth, see
my Fortnightly Posts from Summer 2020
Plasticity
We Hardly Knew Ye
Lament
Connectivity
An Inheritance of Ephemera
@The Fortnightly Kitti Carriker
A literary blog of connection & coincidence;
custom & ceremony
Also by Julie ~ this luminous morning glory!
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