I went with a friend to see Norman Fisher read from his new book last night. I seldom go out at night, since I can't drive, but I walked to the bookstore and we had tea, then after the reading she gave me a ride home. The book seems interesting, and I will read it soon. It is about the imagination, and the parts of the book he read and the discussion after were lively. He had us speak to the person next to us and I met a woman who's grandmother and mother were Theosophists. We somehow talked of Walt Whitman, and both agreed his poems were brimming with love. How great a voice he seems now, and Thoreau as well.
My friend had told me while we were having tea that many years ago, I wished for four grandchildren. This was way before my oldest grandchild was born. I hadn't remembered. Now I have four, and what an incredible blessing! My wish came true. And how wonderful to have a long time friend who can remind me of words I spoke so long ago. And trigger gratitude both for the grandchildren and my friend.
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