Food for Thought

Nothing is owed to us in life, not even the innocence of a blue sky.  Great art is the art of thankfulness for the abundance of every moment.  Writing is a Chinese variant of this thankfulness, a curtsy to life in its cloak of nothing, lined with love.- Christian Bobin, "Passing Through Images"

I stayed up way too late last night reading from a collection of essays by the French poet Christian Bobin, called I Never Dared Hope for You. The whole book is heartrendingly beautiful, but that particular passage is one of my favorites.  I came across a quote on Tumblr from the original French version, L'inespérée, and I was hooked:

Cela fait bien longtemps que je ne sors plus sans toi.
Je t’emporte dans la plus simple cachette qui soit :
je te cache dans ma joie comme une lettre en plein soleil

(It’s been a long time since I no longer go out without you.  

I carry you in the simplest hiding place possible: 

I hid you in my joy like a letter in the sunlight.)

Pure poetry.
I need more thankfulness, more joy in the simple things in life.
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