My daily’s with you began more than several years ago when my daughter became too busy to
leave her husband a daily inspirational as she left for work very early. She asked me to take over
I agreed, and that “inspirational” lasted for just about a month or more, as I included the rest of
my family and a few friends. Then, I ran out of the generality of what another could find inspirational
and I picked up a book of poetry.
Absolutely one of the most sublime ‘accidents’ of my life.
My home now overflows with books of poetry, about poetry and one of those books was about
the conversations of poets. I happen to believe we all are incipient poets, just as we might
call ourselves actors or painters or dancers or even singers as in ‘loudly in the shower’.
It’s the background of our being human, a way of sharing ourselves.
I was recently asked to host an evening of conversation. I’ve told you about that, and most
of you are a distance away and it’s not logical that you could get here. As the weeks go by,
I’ll keep you in touch with how it’s going.
Meanwhile, I found a book on conversations with poets, it’s called “Giving Their Word”,
edited by Steven Ratiner.
In the preface, Ratiner says,
“I intended to explore some of the enduring themes within each poet’s work and to make
the connection between a poet’s creations and the DAILY LIVES of all readers, not just the
small percentage who were brave enough to visit the poetry section.”
I list those themes as the ground of any general conversation:
* the family and the importance of relationships
* the natural world and our sense of place
* the province of memory and the recording of living history
* the imagination and the power to name.
In our very first Conversation gathering we covered summertime memories, delicious food,
engineering feats, embarrassing moments that we could all recognize, plus some personal
discovery that redefined happiness.
And we looked at each other with new eyes, sometimes all talking at once, even a few moments
of absolute silence when we looked around the room with curiosity and anticipation. We did not
leave any better, thinner, more intelligent or beautiful.
And I dare say all of that was possible because of the other communal activities of our lives where we
gather for a purpose. My gratitude for each one of those.
with love, Mom/Mimi/Toni