I recently picked up a book and started reading it again.
The book is the Casanova in Bolzano by Sandor Marai. The character reminds me so much of myself (sans the "Casanova" part, and everything that entails!)
There is a scene in the book where he is asked why he hasn't started writing a book he was commissioned to write. He speaks for me with his response:
"I have hardly begun to live. I can't get enough of life...I have not seen as many dawns as I would wish, there are too many human feelings and sensations that I do not know...I don't want to leave anything out, you see! I want to live so that eventually I might write. I shall write when I have done enough living as I consider necessary. When I have lived then I shall want to write."
However, the last couple of weeks have brought experiences that make me want to write.
They consisted of enough living as I consider necessary.
Our Valentine's weekend was spent in Carmel and San Francisco.
While in Carmel, we stayed at a family friend's beautiful home.
His home was right on the ocean and was built to look like a European Castle, and it did.
His home also welcomed at least 16 out-of-town visitors, all of whom had dedicated their time in some way to helping people.They came to discuss their vision for a new public charity called Profits for Non-Profits.
Everyone was sharp, interesting and committed to their cause.
Our conversations felt purposeful and as I talked to each of them I couldn't help but feel that I was really living. I was understanding new perspectives and ideas. And all for the purpose of making a world where everyone knows that someone's fighting for them on some front or another.
Faith in humanity and its goodness was restored.
There is a scene in the book where he is asked why he hasn't started writing a book he was commissioned to write. He speaks for me with his response:
"I have hardly begun to live. I can't get enough of life...I have not seen as many dawns as I would wish, there are too many human feelings and sensations that I do not know...I don't want to leave anything out, you see! I want to live so that eventually I might write. I shall write when I have done enough living as I consider necessary. When I have lived then I shall want to write."
However, the last couple of weeks have brought experiences that make me want to write.
They consisted of enough living as I consider necessary.
Our Valentine's weekend was spent in Carmel and San Francisco.
While in Carmel, we stayed at a family friend's beautiful home.
His home was right on the ocean and was built to look like a European Castle, and it did.
His home also welcomed at least 16 out-of-town visitors, all of whom had dedicated their time in some way to helping people.They came to discuss their vision for a new public charity called Profits for Non-Profits.
Everyone was sharp, interesting and committed to their cause.
Our conversations felt purposeful and as I talked to each of them I couldn't help but feel that I was really living. I was understanding new perspectives and ideas. And all for the purpose of making a world where everyone knows that someone's fighting for them on some front or another.
Faith in humanity and its goodness was restored.
I must have been feeling quite free to pose for this picture.
The Pants in a pensive shot.
Our amazing quarters for the weekend.
We also enjoyed Valentine's Day in San Francisco. The Pants even has dreams of living there now.
Can't you tell we loved it by the expression on our faces? The Pants says the caption for this picture should be: We left our hearts in San Francisco...No, really.
And my favorite scene from our travels: The generation gap at its finest. (The pants is looking up our destination on Google maps, whilst his dad and Dale attempt to understand an old-fashioned paper map. Paper map wins).It is written.
2 comments:
This photo makes me so happy. Lets hear it for paper!
beautiful...
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