“We die. That may be the meaning of life. But we do language. That may be the measure of our lives.” - Toni Morrison
Trust poet Marjorie "Marj" Evasco to be psychic and send an International Women's Day greeting accompanied with a quote from the Nobel laureate Morrison. The quotation strikes close to home because I've been reflecting on mortality with the current plague of illness in the house (I'll reserve details on those in the farthest future).
Let it suffice that we, especially if you're reading this, are alive, and if we're sensitive enough, we can stop, smell or admire flowers. Flowers fascinate me because they symbolize life so much, how flowers start from seeds followed by the budding, then blossoming into full beauty only to fade, droop, drop and die in the end.
Carpe diem on this of all days in the year!
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