This is the third installment of Word Pictures – a collection of lovely and descriptive passages.
“And he would stand at the window, watch the pink and orange of sunrise, imagine the mist tickling the mountain’s ear or chucking it under the chin or weaving a cap for it. ” from A Fine Balance byRohinton Mistry
“… the passing hours had a strangeness to them, loose and unstructured, as though the stitches were broken, the tent of time sagging one moment, billowing the next.” from A Fine Balance byRohinton Mistry
“Darkness hung over Dublin: every shade of gray between black and white had found its own little cloud, the sky was covered with a plumage of innumerable grays…” from Irish Journal by Heinrich Boll
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting; The Soul that rises with us, our life’s Star, Hath had elsewhere its setting And cometh from afar; Not in entire forgetfulness, And not in utter nakedness, But trailing clouds of glory do we come From God, who is our home:
from Ode on Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood by William Wordsworth
“… the goodness of creamed peas and of poultry allowed a free and happy life and then rolled in flour and pan-fried…” – from Lake Wobegon Days by Garrison Keillor
“Look lak she been livin’ through uh hundred years in January without one day of spring.” from Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neale Hurston
“So she sat on the porch and watched the moon rise. Soon its amber fluid was drenching the earth, and quenching the thirst of the day.” from Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neale Hurston
Ishvar: “Patience is needed for dreams to grow and bear fruit.”
Om: “Patience is good when you want to grow a beard.”
From A Fine Balance by Rohinton Mistry
I think I’m more like Om. I DO dream, but I’m also pretty realistic about things. I’m not part of the ‘If you can dream it, you can do it’ school. There are way too many disappointed kids, big kids who haven’t grown up, who were told this only to find out it’s not always true. And now what? Do they think they were lied to? Do they think they are failures? I don’t know. Thoughts?
Nothing is as fine as one’s native place – from A Fine Balance by Rohinton Mistry
I wasn’t born in Jacksonville, but I’m claiming this definition from Merriam-Webster: Native – living or growing naturally in a particular region.
I moved to Jacksonville three months shy of my seventh birthday and lived there off and on for 33 of the next 49 years. I lived and grew there; I was shaped by the influences of family and community.
I long to return, though so much has changed and so many of those I love are gone. Though I’ve lived in two other states and different towns along the way, none of them feel like home. Home is where you share childhood stories and you can reminisce with those who get what you mean. I know that in so many ways ‘you can’t go home again’ is true. But if I can’t go home, where will I go?