MY NOSE CAN BREATHE AGAIN!
Mommy mommy my brain can read again!
I have a friend in his 50s who has not read one book since high school. And what might that book have been? Of all the titles in all the world, Jude the Obscure.
JUDE the OBSCURE?
I howled with laughter.
I know someone in her 60s who, though she is a writer with a degree in English and had been a ravenous reader, was unable to finish a book or even a comic strip, for several years. She–I–had formerly picked up another book as soon as I–she–had set one down.
I DIDN’T KNOW HOW BAD I FELT
until I felt good.
Loving What Is is a self-help–motivational book (as identified on the ISBN label) that caught my eye as I passed a bookstore’s outside sale table. In it Bryon Katie describes waking up from her miserable life on the floor of a halfway house, and presto change-o, she was a new person.
MEKA LEKA HI MEKA HINEY HO
I had a similar awakening
not long ago, whereby I realized that a string of heartbreaks, misfortunes and instability had built into an eight-year-long depressive episode, which one day magically lifted. I feel lighter, nearly buoyant, closer to the peace I have always sought, that everything’s going to be OK. With me–not the country or planet; that’s still up in the fossil fuel-ridden air. But it’s on me and me alone to enjoy and be grateful for my one wild and precious life, yes?
I’M SO HAPPY TO HAVE READING BACK
All loners know
what a great companion a book is. You can enter a stranger’s mind via a book. You can learn physics from Einstein. You can take the pressure off your own story and indulge in someone else’s. You can learn how to knit, how to strip wood, how to dress a wound, how to sew a French seam, how to rebuild a carburetor. You can learn ballet positions and tantric sex positions. But my favorite use of a book is to take joy in beautiful language artfully arranged. I also love laying a book on my chest, closing my eyes and smelling the pages. And then having a cat come sit on my head.
So I’m devouring books again. They are plant-based, zero in calories, and leave you feeling full.
“Did I just ask John Waters to excuse me?”
I asked John Waters, getting up for my stop on the F-line. I had! Apparently he has an apartment here in [SF], and was nice enough to let me snap his picture just because, hey, John Waters had sat next to me on the trolley. Proof. The empty space on his right is where I had previously sat next to him.
“If you go home with somebody, and they don’t have books, don’t fuck ’em!” – John Waters
to yourself, my dear.
I’m reading and writing again. Just like I did as a kid when I hadn’t gone to sleep yet and the ‘hood was not yet awake. Just as I did as an overly zealous English major.
I’m surprised I couldn’t find that mommy mommy commercial on youtube. Here is one to hold its place.
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“Reading gives us someplace to go when we have to stay where we are.”– Mason Cooley