HNW - Something to think about
Curtis Edenfield&Mary Hysong
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Mon Apr 27 20:16:45 PDT 1998
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Hellos to all, the following was posted to a calligraphy list I
subscribe to, brought tears to my eyes and made me think of all the
letters I was *going* to write and phone calls I was *going* to make
before it was too late. Made me think I'd better do it now.
Luv & Hugs
Mary, Arizona / Mairi, Atenveldt
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Date: Mon, 27 Apr 98 15:35:11 PDT
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Dear cyberscribing friends,
I received the following story from a new cyberscribe - Wendy Fox of Oklahoma City. Welcome Wendy!! Wendy is a wonderful calligrapher that I had the pleasure of meeting yesterday. We have been corresponding via email for a while, and she agreed to come to my house and help me with gouache and get me started on a path to learning uncial. (Viva, I know how to use gouache now! It's not so bad after all!) Wendy was also kind enough to bring lots of goodies for me (papers, exemplars, copies of her beautiful copperplate, and even the perfect brush to load my nib with! Thanks so much, Wendy!!) and she gave me a demonstration of copperplate. Aren't calligraphers wonderful people! :-D Anyway, I just wanted to welcome Wendy to the list and share this story that she sent to me. We should all pay close attention to the lesson it teaches.
Smiles to all,
Duncan, OK (rain, rain, rain!!!)
A story by Ann Wells (Los Angeles Times)
My brother-in-law opened the bottom drawer of my
sister's bureau and lifted
out a tissue-wrapped package. "This," he said, "is
not a slip. This is lingerie." He discarded the
tissue and handed me the slip. It was exquisite; silk,
handmade and trimmed with a cobweb of lace. The price
tag with an astronomical figure on it was still
attached. "Jan bought this the first time we went to
New York, at least 8 or 9 years ago. She never wore
it. She was saving it for a special occasion. Well, I
guess this is the occasion." He took the slip from me
and put it on the bed with the other clothes we were
taking to the mortician. His hands lingered on the
soft material for a moment, then he slammed the drawer
shut and turned to me. "Don't ever save anything for a
special occasion. Every day you're alive is a special
I remembered those words through the funeral and the
days that followed when
I helped him and my niece attend to all the sad chores
that follow an unexpected death. I thought about them
on the plane returning to California from the
Midwestern town where my sister's family lives. I
thought about all the things that she hadn't seen or
heard or done. I thought about the things that she had
done without realizing that they were special.
I'm still thinking about his words, and they've
changed my life. I'm
reading more and dusting less. I'm sitting on the deck
and admiring the view without fussing about the weeds
in the garden. I'm spending more time with my family
and friends and less time in committee meetings.
Whenever possible, life should be a pattern of
experience to savor, not endure. I'm trying to
recognize these moments now and cherish them.
I'm not "saving" anything; we use our good china and
crystal for every
special event-such as losing a pound, getting the sink
unstopped, the first camellia blossom.
I wear my good blazer to the market if I feel like it.
My theory is if I
look prosperous, I can shell out $28.49 for one small
bag of groceries without wincing. I'm not saving my
good perfume for special parties; clerks in hardware
stores and tellers in banks have noses that function
as well as my party-going friends'.
"Someday" and "one of these days" are losing their
grip on my vocabulary. If
it's worth seeing or hearing or doing, I want to see
and hear and do it now. I'm not sure what my sister
would have done had she known that she wouldn't be
here for the tomorrow we all take for granted. I think
she would have called family members and a few close
friends. She might have called a few former friends
to apologize and mend fences for past squabbles. I
like to think she would have gone out for a Chinese
dinner, her favorite food. I'm guessing-I'll never
It's those little things left undone that would make
me angry if I knew that
my hours were limited. Angry because I put off seeing
good Friends whom I was going to get in
touch with-someday. Angry because I hadn't written
certain letters that I intended to write-one of these
days. Angry and sorry that I didn't tell my husband
and daughter often enough how much I truly love them.
I'm trying very hard not to put off, hold back, or
save anything that would add laughter and luster to
And every morning when I open my eyes, I tell myself
that it is special.
Every day, every minute, every breath truly is...a
gift from God.
If you've received this it is because someone cares
for you and it means
there is probably at least someone for whom you care.
If you're too busy to take the few minutes that it
would take right now to forward this to ten people,
would it be the first time you didn't do that little
thing that would make a difference in your
relationships? I can tell you it certainly won't be
the last. I don't have to make up silly stories about
people being hit by buses or crushed by falling disco
balls for not sending this letter on. You've seen the
result of this neglect in your own relationships that
you have allowed to fade, dissolve, and fall into
disrepair. Take this opportunity to set a new trend.
Take a few minutes to send this to a few people you
care about, just to let them know that you're thinking
of them. It's even better if they're not the people
you already correspond with every week. The more
people that you send this to, the more blessed you
will feel. And the better you'll get in reaching out
to those you care about.
"You've got to dance like nobody's watching, and love
like it's never going to hurt."
"People say true friends must always hold hands, but
true friends don't need to hold hands because they
know the other hand will always be there."
"Piglet sidled up to Pooh from behind.
'Pooh!' he whispered.
'Nothing,' said Piglet, taking Pooh's paw. 'I just
wanted to be sure of you.'"
I will not drag you along; I will not leave you alone;
I will stand by you and have my hand there for you to
hold when you need to.
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