Books I Read Again, Movies I Watch Over and Over:

YOU CAN TELL a lot about a person when you know what she loves to read, what he loves to watch.  What’s a really private guy doing with a website in which he chooses to show these to whomever drops by?  Is a puzzlement.  (You’re remembering that line from The King and I, aren’t you?)  Perhaps he cares more about being known to his little family around the world, reflecting their own values, than he does about his online privacy.

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Attitude

THERE THEY were, mid autumn.  Under the maple tree a host of dead leaves, bright lives gone.  On one branch nearly bare of leaves stayed the green one, barely touched by time and wind, by the rain and heat that that had scorch-beaten so many others to death.

I stood there in the path and watched the dead ones rustle on the ground, the green one flutter in the breeze, “Go along, death, I am not your subject!

Is it the same with us, too?  What is it makes some folks flutter years on their branch, laugh at dying long after their peers are dust?

The echo that came to me was attitude: what we most deeply believe about who we are, what we know about our place in the universe, the delight with which we engage that which we most love.

You have your examples, I have mine; we just fit different names to the ones we know fell away from the branch early and why, the ones who stayed and why.  Not that falling away’s the end of the world, us leaves will be back, trying life again next Spring.

How essential, I thought, is such an invisible thing: the way we happen to think, to all the visibles of our lifetime!

Curious, I picked that emerald flag from above the path, lifted the dead one from the ground, brought them home.  As the weeks went by, neither changed.  Both are dry, but the green leaf’s still living green, the dead one’s still dead.