I grew up on Anne of Green Gables and Anne of Avonlea.  They were my go-to sick-day videos as a child.  Hours were spent dreaming of life on Prince Edward Island, puffed sleeves, and Gilbert Blythe — who is my version of Mr. Darcy.  I was mesmerized by L.L. Montgomery’s intensely profound appreciation and understanding of the foundational things in life: a sense of home and self, and the centrality of family and friendship as under-girding the former.

Anne Shirley and Diane Berry were “bosom friends,” friends who carried the other’s hopes, dreams, happiness, successes, questions, fears, and burdens in her heart, protecting and nurturing them as her own.  For years I longed for such a friendship.  To my heart’s great delight such friends have entered my life.

One such friendship began in law school and has witnessed hours in the ER (and the resulting Harry Potter scar), dumpster diving for day old bread outside of The Essential Baking Company, a deep love for PCC‘s vegan peanut butter “chocolate” cookies, long walks home weighted down with 30+ pounds of books and a laptop, decompressing the mental and emotional stresses of life and school, laughter after I managed to (yet again) spill red wine on her white carpet (thank goodness for OxiClean!), declaring the beauty of tears shed for joy and for the things that break our hearts, and the transformation of hearts.  KEC reminds me of the importance of taking delight in each moment, in each tear, and with each breath.  She reminded me of this again today when she sent me the following poem:

Wake up. Day calls you

Wake up. Day calls you
to your life: your duty.
And to live, nothing more.
Root it out of the glum
night and the darkness
that covered your body
for which light waited
on tiptoe in the dawn.
Stand up, affirm the straight
simple will to be
a pure slender virgin.
Test your body’s metal.
cold, heat? Your blood
will tell against the snow,
or behind the window.
The colour
in your cheeks will tell.
And look at people. Rest
doing no more than adding
your perfection to another
day. Your task
is to carry your life high,
and play with it, hurl it
like a voice to the clouds
so it may retrieve the light
already gone from us.
That is your fate: to live
Do nothing.
Your work is you, nothing more.

(Pedro Salinas)


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4.13.2010 – All Wound Up

JMB, “Cleo’s Song”;
The National, “Afraid of Everyone (feat. Sufjan Stevens)”


One response to “Delight.

  1. hey, I feel that way, too. only a little more tangled. nice!

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