Here Came the Sun
And Monday is here again…
Awwww, I had such a nice weekend. It was perfect. It involved too many gin and tonics (oh gin, I hope we can still be friends some day in the future), dancing, catching up over coffee with a friend I love to spend time with, a bike tune-up, a haircut, a trip to the airport to fetch my Canada-trotting boyfriend, french toast for breakfast, beer on a patio (hello spring!), a trip to Ikea, a new stereo, Scrabble, and more. The weekend sunshine seemed to permeate right through to my core leaving me in great spirits!
I read the most beautiful article in the New Yorker this weekend. It was a piece by Calvin Trillin about his beloved wife, Alice, five years after her death. Calvin is a prolific writer who has had regular columns in the New Yorker, has written a variety of books, and was known for talking about Alice in his writing. It was clear to his regular readers that he dearly loved her and when she died, people reached out and wrote letters to Calvin about her. Many of the letters were from people who had never met Alice and had no personal connection to her but whose lives were touched by her nonetheless. One letter-writer wrote that when she looked at her boyfriend she often wondered, "but will he love me like Calvin loves Alice?" Calvin's latest article was written as a response to some of those letters. He felt that people didn't really know Alice and wanted to paint a more realistic picture of her. What shines through is his deep love and affection for her and even more than that, his respect, admiration, and appreciation for her.
It was touching and moved me to tears in spots. He wrote about being motivated to impress Alice throughout his life. He wrote about their family, their kids, their life together. It was really a love letter written posthumously to a friend/lover/wife who still lived on in his heart. The article hit a nerve because it gave a glimpse of a relationship, of a marriage, that we all secretly dream of. A love that penetrates so deeply that it can't help but pour out of the couple into their work, into their daily lives, into everything. I highly recommend it and though it's not available online anywhere, I would be happy to make copies for anyone who might be interested in reading the article.
I hope the spring sunshine is cleaning up the shadowy bits that winter has left behind in your life.
Happy Monday, friends!
Awwww, I had such a nice weekend. It was perfect. It involved too many gin and tonics (oh gin, I hope we can still be friends some day in the future), dancing, catching up over coffee with a friend I love to spend time with, a bike tune-up, a haircut, a trip to the airport to fetch my Canada-trotting boyfriend, french toast for breakfast, beer on a patio (hello spring!), a trip to Ikea, a new stereo, Scrabble, and more. The weekend sunshine seemed to permeate right through to my core leaving me in great spirits!
I read the most beautiful article in the New Yorker this weekend. It was a piece by Calvin Trillin about his beloved wife, Alice, five years after her death. Calvin is a prolific writer who has had regular columns in the New Yorker, has written a variety of books, and was known for talking about Alice in his writing. It was clear to his regular readers that he dearly loved her and when she died, people reached out and wrote letters to Calvin about her. Many of the letters were from people who had never met Alice and had no personal connection to her but whose lives were touched by her nonetheless. One letter-writer wrote that when she looked at her boyfriend she often wondered, "but will he love me like Calvin loves Alice?" Calvin's latest article was written as a response to some of those letters. He felt that people didn't really know Alice and wanted to paint a more realistic picture of her. What shines through is his deep love and affection for her and even more than that, his respect, admiration, and appreciation for her.
It was touching and moved me to tears in spots. He wrote about being motivated to impress Alice throughout his life. He wrote about their family, their kids, their life together. It was really a love letter written posthumously to a friend/lover/wife who still lived on in his heart. The article hit a nerve because it gave a glimpse of a relationship, of a marriage, that we all secretly dream of. A love that penetrates so deeply that it can't help but pour out of the couple into their work, into their daily lives, into everything. I highly recommend it and though it's not available online anywhere, I would be happy to make copies for anyone who might be interested in reading the article.
I hope the spring sunshine is cleaning up the shadowy bits that winter has left behind in your life.
Happy Monday, friends!
posted by Leah at
1:59 p.m.
3 Comments:
it was great, as always to see you. sensi says hello! ; )
although not as ill as you, i basically felt like ASS all day saturday. whoops.
anyhow, i would love to get ahold of this article leah, so if you would make a copy for me i'd totally appreciate it!
also, i have been meaning to ask you. any suggestions on what books i should take to read on my holiday? i've officially caught up with all my books at home and need some gooders to read whilst i bake in the sun. lol. : ) (omg i'm so excited) i sense that we would enjoy similar reads, yes? ; )
*muah*
Alice, Off the Page. sigh, great read. I hope they put it online for everyone to read
this was nice to read on a rainy vancouver monday. and it sounds like you had such a lovely weekend! i'm ever so jealous, but only in the best way of course.
the cherry blossoms are all in bloom here and i can smell spring in the air. it's wonderful. xo.
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