Wednesday, November 30, 2005

peace

I lost a post. I worked on it in my spare (nonexistant) minutes, I tweeked it, corrected it , sensitized it because well, you know, people are prone to misunderstandings. And then, when I tried to bring it up, it disappeared.
Forgive me. I am spent. Tomorrow I will deal with my imperfect computer skills, Tonight I sleep.

2 comments:

me said...

The few times I have lost writing work, it has bummed me out, since it is a major task to recreate a similar piece. Years back I had an incredible dream that I turned into a children’s book about a poor kid who wants to play tuba, and builds a wooden tuba. The manuscript got some ok feedback, but as I often do, kind of put it aside for another day. Several moves later, I think it is in the great black hole, so I’m going to have to start from scratch on that one. Though, when the boy, Ezra, brings his wooden tuba to school (it is a Dr. Suess like contraption), and everyone laughs and makes fun of him, I do recall that Ezra plays the tuba in his music class, and after a slow gurgling start up, he manages to channel the most pure sound, to which the music teacher says something like, “All music is love, and I don’t think I’ve ever heard such perfect love before.” Although, my real manuscript said it better than that. So I guess I’ll have to do some more digging…

However, the SUBSTANTIVE point is the same and equally applicable to writing, and living, and communicating… We all should breathe a little more love in everything we do, and thankfully, at least those that like to listen to Christmas Songs incessantly (like I do), tend to get into a very loving spirit this time of year.

nina said...

Saul -- totally awesome!

As for Christmas music -- my daughters have worked out this rule: none allowed until noon of Thanksgiving. And then it stays on the CD player every minute they are home. Favorite: hands down Clare College Choir, as directed by Rutter. It's sublime. Utterly completely sublime.