I waited for 2+ hours for my name to be called today. Don't ask me why and what for.
I just had some of the most amaaazing noodle soup ever. Mom's a great cook. Better than all other mom's, seriously no joking. (teehee huge bias here).
On another note, I been delving into Barbara Kingsolver's collection of essays. I'm still in the middle of it, but reading the Foreword practically shaped my idea of the whole book. Or so I thought.
Written the day after Sept. 11, 2001, you might think the author might perhaps pen something comforting, uplifting, and assuring to placate, or rather, convey some solace to the chaos during that fateful time. Ironically, the Kingsolver's main thrust throughout the book was to delve deeper and deeper into the uttermost low. She proved that it is possible to move away from the vast, unbearable pain and loss by "diving into the wreck," to borrow the quintessential words of Adrienne Rich.
The unbearable suddenly becomes manageable.
This collection of essays ranges from current events, life happenings, and other issues of more general and enduring interest. A book for everyone who has suffered, or is suffering bereavement with honor, trepidation without faltering, and who has the faith to persevere - for one more day.
We may yet show the world we are worth our salt.