My friend Bekah says she goes on these jags, these input/output jags where she is all about input-- reading, reading, watching, watching, then she can only output for days-- writing, writing, talking.
I'm in an output phase right now. Everything I think seems magically important enough to write down. Heh. But I did spend some time in a bookstore today, waiting to meet my best friend of 35 years for the first time in a year (she lives in Florida) and I had a thought that has been a thought before, but one I've never let come to the front of my brain, to let myself realize it, to say it out loud. I wrote it down: I haven't lost anyone that I love more than myself yet. This feels profound, because I think this is true for a lot of people, but they don't know it. They're not enjoying it! Every day that goes by and my children's, my husband's, my mother's lungs fill with air, and they are a mere tapping of numbers away, I am the luckiest person alive. And I've got to make sure I'm aware of it and taking advantage of it, dang it.
Also, I've been thinking about the longevity of words, especially spoken. More later.