Thursday, July 12, 2012
"Momentous" by Jennifer Russ
At the beginning of the year, I joined and wrote about an online writing group called 50 Items or Less (http://heraldnews.suntimes.com/lifestyles/10557008-423/less-is-more-at-online-writing-outlet.html), where members submit complete propsitions using no more than fifty words. The goal is tighter, more precise and concise writing.
One of the posts, by Jennifer Russ, author of Whitewallsville(http://www.jenniferruss.info/black-fedora-books/), posted a piece that really resonated with me, and my mind often replays it. It's a stark reminder that tomorrow is not promised, and that life and people offer no solid guarantees, which is not necessarily bad.
Our life, and the individuals we permit to enter it, really can comprise one extraodinary moment after another, if we relax our grasping fists and be open to the gifts of today. With Jennifer's permission, I've reprinted her piece below.
Momentous
He turns his head to the side and glimpses her through incandescent windows. Two strides behind with toes planted firmly on stability, she considers her dangling inquisition.
Could this be forever?
...
He shrugs and smiles his fondness for her existence.
Forever is monotonous. You and me, we’re an extraordinary moment.
One of the posts, by Jennifer Russ, author of Whitewallsville(http://www.jenniferruss.info/black-fedora-books/), posted a piece that really resonated with me, and my mind often replays it. It's a stark reminder that tomorrow is not promised, and that life and people offer no solid guarantees, which is not necessarily bad.
Our life, and the individuals we permit to enter it, really can comprise one extraodinary moment after another, if we relax our grasping fists and be open to the gifts of today. With Jennifer's permission, I've reprinted her piece below.
Momentous
He turns his head to the side and glimpses her through incandescent windows. Two strides behind with toes planted firmly on stability, she considers her dangling inquisition.
Could this be forever?
...
He shrugs and smiles his fondness for her existence.
Forever is monotonous. You and me, we’re an extraordinary moment.
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