My father was a writer. He wrote all of his life, inflicting upon many of us his novels, plays, articles, essays, and self-help books. Some were marvelous; some merely well-intentioned. But of all the things he wrote, his journal is his legacy: by turns wise and bewildering, it neared 1,100 type-written pages when he died in 2010. Although perused many times, this is the first time it will be read - cover to cover, page after page.
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
Be Like Children
He said we should be like children. I think he meant we should seize and cherish the ability to be surprised and to wonder, to be amazed by the miracles around us, to marvel at discoveries about us, to hold on to without crushing the people and things we see, to experience a world of difference and sameness and newness that is real to our hearts.
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