Yesterday marked 6 months since my brother died.
I love that Ray has a photo of Buster Keaton hanging in his apartment.
Ray is one of my favorite characters on television right now.
I took a trip over the weekend to Florence, Italy. I really can’t walk too much yet because of the bone spur, but it was my 16th wedding anniversary and my husband couldn’t be with me, so I took myself away to celebrate. I decided to take my stitching with me so any time I felt like a needed a rest I could get some work done. On the way back to Berlin, I got the airport early and sat down at the gate area and pulled out my stitching. Mind you, I was in Italy so it was surprising when the woman sitting next to me starting speaking with me in German. And, happily, I understood her and spoke back, I asked her if she spoke English at all, and she said, no, sorry… but, we sat and chatted about sewing and the work I was doing as if it was nothing at all… in German! This was a very satisfying and rewarding moment for me.
I’ve started on a new project that I’m sooo excited about! Photos will come soon!!!!
I have thought about these things so many times alone that I hope you will excuse me if I remind you of some thoughts that I am sure you have all had — or this type of thought — which no one could ever have had in the past, because people then didn’t have the information we have about the world today.
For instance, I stand at the seashore, alone, and start to think. There are the rushing waves . . . mountains of molecules, each stupidly minding its own business . . . trillions apart . . . yet forming white surf in unison.
Ages on ages . . . before any eyes could see . . . year after year . . . thunderously pounding the shore as now. For whom, for what? . . . on a dead planet, with no life to entertain.
Never at rest . . . tortured by energy . . . wasted prodigiously by the sun . . . poured into space. A mite makes the sea roar.
Deep in the sea, all molecules repeat the patterns of one another till complex new ones are formed. They make others like themselves . . . and a new dance starts.
Growing in size and complexity . . . living things, masses of atoms, DNA, protein . . . dancing a pattern ever more intricate.
Out of the cradle onto the dry land . . . here it is standing . . . atoms with consciousness . . . matter with curiosity.
Stands at the sea . . . wonders at wondering . . . I . . . a universe of atoms . . . an atom in the universe.
Richard Feynman- from http://www.brainpickings.org/