i love, love, love reading something i’ve heard or read before, but didn’t know where it came from. or better yet, knowing where it came from, but then it intersects with completely different path of life. it’s like, “wow”. but maybe our “paths” aren’t really that far apart. maybe we each have an imaginary bubble around us and as we choose different “paths”, the scenery changes. maybe it’s just one long path and it only changes in our mind. is it curved or straight? is it dirt or paved? does it loop-de-loop? who came up with the comparison of our life choices being paths anyway? Surely it was thought of long before Robert Frost.
“I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am I am I am.” – Sylvia Plath, “The Bell Jar”. It’s like finding a treasure that i wasn’t even searching for. or maybe i was searching, since in a way we are all searching for something. but, i’m not going down that path today… i have just finished, “The Bell Jar”. it was everything a book should be. Lovely. Colorful. Funny. Quirky. Smart. Graceful. Appreciated. I absolutely loved it. I will read it again, for certain. Read it.
