Like the tendrils of this plant our hearts are attached to a new friend.
We met Sara(h?) with a polite handshake last night.
She left this morning with hugs.
Hosting friends (and friends of friends) is such a delight.
Mark used to be a friend of a friend but after one visit
we claimed him for our very own. When he called to ask if
we could house him and his friend Sara we were excited to see him again.
When they arrived last night, I knew the instant I saw
the book in Sara’s hand, that this was a kindred spirit.
Lingering around the table, Mark told us about his recent
trip to Poland, his three week course in Polish
and the idiosyncrasies of that language.
His mom lives four blocks from Schindler’s factory in Krakow.
Mark said that you could see bullet holes in the walls around the
holding area where they rounded up the Jews.
Mark gave us several recommendations of foreign films
to watch. We’re ready to check out Robert Bresson’s films
and particularly eager to watch Dekalog, one hour films
inspired by each of the ten commandments.
Have you heard of the Polish poet Czeslaw Milosz?
I’m interested in learning more.
Here’s a short poem he wrote in 1991:
When I die, I will see the lining of the world
The other side, beyond bird, mountain, sunset
The true meaning, ready to be decoded.
We started talking books and authors. Sara said, “Have you
ever heard of Wendell Berry?” Oh my. Oh my.
After twenty minutes of Wendell Berry adoration
I mentioned that he and Anthony Trollope were
my favorite discoveries this past year. Now it was her turn to stare.
“Anthony Trollope? My mom, my brother, and my brother-in-law
are all huge Anthony Trollope fans. The last time I was home
my mom read to me from Rachel Ray.”
Rachel Ray? She has a cooking show!
Yup, there is an Anthony Trollope book entitled Rachel Ray.
There are women who cannot grow alone as standard trees;
-for whom the
support and warmth of some wall,
some paling, some post, is absolutely
-who, in their growth, will bend and incline themselves
towards some such prop for their life,
creeping with their tendrils
along the ground
till they reach it when the circumstances of life
brought no such prop
within their natural and immediate reach.