In honor of the season and memory of sweet scents and good company, a few words from pens wiser than my own.
“But what is memory if not the language of feeling, a dictionary of faces and days and smells which repeat themselves like the verbs and adjectives in a speech, sneaking in behind the thing itself, into the pure present, making us sad or teaching us vicariously…”
― Julio Cortázar, Hopscotch
“…I give you the mausoleum of all hope and desire…I give it to you not that you may remember time, but that you might forget it now and then for a moment and not spend all of your breath trying to conquer it.”
― Faulkner, The Sound & The Fury
From all of us at the Nest, wishes to you for a peaceful and memorable Thanksgiving.
Last day of Chanukah and I just returned from a down-and-back trip to Concord and a visit with family. The mind is a little too fuzzy for eitehr wit or erudition, so I will simply dedicate this day to family, missed, too infrequently seen, and much loved.
I hope you were all as fortunate as I and able to share a wonderful Chanukah with the people you love. It’s the best gift in the world. (And I don’t even care if that sounds cheesy. :-} )