“This, after all, was the month in which families began tightening and closing and sealing; from Thanksgiving to the New Year, everybody's world contracted, day by day, into the microcosmic single festive household, each with its own rituals and obsessions, rules and dreams. You didn't feel you could call people. They didn't feel they could phone you. How does one cry for help from these seasonal prisons?” —Zadie Smith, On Beauty
Oh, my word. That's intense -- the photo, the quote, my caught breath.
ReplyDeleteElizabeth, the season can be sort of isolating, i think. especially when one doesn't have lots of extended family around.
Deleteshe's a wise one that zadie ...looking forward to reading her newest book - i'm a bit behind.
ReplyDeletehappy holidays to you and yours!
namaste, mouse
dear mouse, how wonderful to see you here again. happy holidays to you and all your loved ones! namaste.
DeleteSuch perfection between image and words.
ReplyDeleteMs. Moon, those stars fascinate me. Can you tell? I'm not really sure why they do. Maybe it's all the air they occupy, the breath and space.
DeletePowerful.
ReplyDeleteAnd I confess to barely surviving the season that is winter and Christmas and the long after of .....
and Angella. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for your words to me ....
deb, the winter and especially the holidays are definitely an obstacle course, but now i am beginning to see that for me, each season has its pitfalls. which simply means i bring myself to all of them, and the flickering chemistry within. love to you, and i am so glad you are back.
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