Fall – Week 49 – On Allowing and Astonishment
Love to you, Jane and a poem
Famous
By Naomi Shihab Nye
The river is famous to the fish.
The loud voice is famous to silence,
which knew it would inherit the earth
before anybody said so.
The cat sleeping on the fence is famous to the birds
watching him from the birdhouse.
The tear is famous, briefly, to the cheek.
The idea you carry close to your bosom
is famous to your bosom.
The boot is famous to the earth,
more famous than the dress shoe,
which is famous only to floors.
The bent photograph is famous to the one who carries it
and not at all famous to the one who is pictured.
I want to be famous to shuffling men
who smile while crossing streets,
sticky children in grocery lines,
famous as the one who smiled back.
I want to be famous in the way a pulley is famous,
or a buttonhole, not because it did anything spectacular,
but because it never forgot what it could do.
Love, love, love, Emily
Oh this is lovely! “I want to be famous in the way a pulley is famous,
but because it never forgot what it could do.” Thank you for always sharing and being so thoughtful. I’m so grateful for you dear friend xoxo
Gorgeous description of gratitude ♥️🙏🏻
Thank you so much dear friend. Always grateful for you 🤗
Thank YOU. For your perseverance and the depth of your perception. Each week uncovering and sharing a new layer in yourself and the world around you.
Thank you so very very much dear friend. Thinking of you xoxo
Jane, I am grateful to have you as a friend, especially one who shares so deeply and beautifully.
Dearest Maggie, thank you with all my heart. I’m so glad we are friends after all these years. 🤗
This made me cry. I’m so grateful to know you x
Bless you my dearest friend. It’s so very very mutual Xoxoxo
Jane, Thank you for descriptions of joy which brings gratitude in your humble way…
Thank you so dearly… I can’t believe it’s been almost a year of writing! Big hugs and love 💕
Love to you, Jane and a poem
Famous
By Naomi Shihab Nye
The river is famous to the fish.
The loud voice is famous to silence,
which knew it would inherit the earth
before anybody said so.
The cat sleeping on the fence is famous to the birds
watching him from the birdhouse.
The tear is famous, briefly, to the cheek.
The idea you carry close to your bosom
is famous to your bosom.
The boot is famous to the earth,
more famous than the dress shoe,
which is famous only to floors.
The bent photograph is famous to the one who carries it
and not at all famous to the one who is pictured.
I want to be famous to shuffling men
who smile while crossing streets,
sticky children in grocery lines,
famous as the one who smiled back.
I want to be famous in the way a pulley is famous,
or a buttonhole, not because it did anything spectacular,
but because it never forgot what it could do.
Love, love, love, Emily
Oh this is lovely! “I want to be famous in the way a pulley is famous,
or a buttonhole, not because it did anything spectacular,
but because it never forgot what it could do.” Thank you for always sharing and being so thoughtful. I’m so grateful for you dear friend xoxo
Gorgeous description of gratitude ♥️🙏🏻
Thank you so much dear friend. Always grateful for you 🤗
Thank YOU. For your perseverance and the depth of your perception. Each week uncovering and sharing a new layer in yourself and the world around you.
Thank you so very very much dear friend. Thinking of you xoxo
Jane, I am grateful to have you as a friend, especially one who shares so deeply and beautifully.
Dearest Maggie, thank you with all my heart. I’m so glad we are friends after all these years. 🤗
This made me cry. I’m so grateful to know you x
Bless you my dearest friend. It’s so very very mutual Xoxoxo
Jane, Thank you for descriptions of joy which brings gratitude in your humble way…
Thank you so dearly… I can’t believe it’s been almost a year of writing! Big hugs and love 💕