(photo is from eva’s birthday dinner over a week ago. hey, i have been busy...)
as i have blogged before, i LOVE poetry.
and this is one of the saddest poems that i ever read...
it is by emily dickinson (who was a little morose. well, a lot of morose...)
The soul selects her own society,
Then shuts the door;
On her divine majority
Obtrude no more.
Unmoved, she notes the chariot's pausing
At her low gate;
Unmoved, an emperor is kneeling
Upon her mat.
I've known her from an ample nation
Then close the valves of her attention
i hope to never shut the door on society. “make new friends and keep the old” is more my motto. the more the merrier. had i selected a society and shut the door, i would have missed so much.
i might have missed these three girls. younger than me. much much much younger. but hey howdy, do we ever have a good time. they are my society. my divine majority. they obtrude and i love it. so glad that i am not the gal in the poem closing the valves of my attention like stone... because these three friends ROCK my world.
i love to go to lunch with them and i am sure everyone in the restaurant wonders which one’s mom i am... or perhaps they are doing some kind of senior citizen outreach program.
happy birthday eva. thanks for being friends with me.
thanks for being a blog stalker. for being so cute. and tall. for singing “look at this stuff, isn’t it neat?” that one time. thanks for not selecting your society and shutting the door. for going out to lunch with a frumpy mom who wears the clothes of yoga without ever actually doing yoga. thanks for making me laugh ALL of the time. for being a new friend who fit right in and is now an old friend. and for checking my blog so frequently that you might be the FIRST one to see this...