Letters to the Editor
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Thanks
Bless you; you are a national treasure, and a much-needed voice of reason in these turbulant times. All the best to you and your family for a wonderful Thanksgiving.
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wisdom
herein lies in striking a wise note. He doesn't only sound wise; he apparently really is. He directs us back to our natural and probably transcendental roots. A transcendental world embraces us, if we embrace it, I think he suggests. Nice thought!
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Sounds good
Thanks, Garrison. I was sitting here tonight feeling mopey and glum for no really good reasons, one of which was the fact that I don't like getting old. Well yeah, right. So be it. Apparently I will adapt and find joy in quirky thoughts, cushy chairs and lovely fall days, or something like that. I sincerely hope so.
Very amusing and somehow, reassuring.
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So nice and soothing!
I could feel pre-Thanksgiving tension ease as I read this column. I love the autumn more than any other time of year. The summer with its non-stop heat and humidity, the sheer boredom of days, the enforced "summer fun", is thankfully gone. Give me fall any time, it's my time of life and I'm thankful for it.
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Gluttony Lust and Pride?
Gluttony, Lust and Pride start to fade late in life?
Well Gluttony and Pride I can go along with.
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I may not have to worry about gluttony at my age, but...
I do want to make sure I notice the time passing by. I am only 25, but I do appreciate the sentiments. The way this was written, in this non-linear fashion, reminds me of how I like to write (though on completely different subjects).
My own creative blog: www.blindedmemory.blogspot.com
Warmest wishes for a thankful Thanksgiving,
Anna O.
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Tears of understanding and thanks
I always enjoy what Garrison Keillor has to say. On this quiet Thanksgiving afternoon, I was particularly moved by this essay.
Life moves me. All of it. From the indifferent "coolness" of teenage boys to the pale November afternoon light that comes through my living room windows. I take my dog for a walk and I'm stopping and listening and sniffing just as much as she is. I'm a two-year old in a department store; I touch and play with everything. I'm six years old in a crowded room; I stare at people and wonder all sorts of things about them. I hug my friends. I say "I love you" at the end of phone calls. I have a ridiculous amount of faith that somehow, it's all going to be alright.
Life is beautiful. It's maddening. It's exhausting. The highs are giddy, the lows are barely tolerable. And it's over way too quickly.
Today, I'm filled with thanks for absolutely all of it.
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Wow
My 22 month-old son is still using one word to communicate his most of his experiences and emotional states. That word happens to be "wow."
I never realized there were so many different kinds of awe. Just by varying his intonation, emphasis, inflection and volume, he is able to communicate a range of emotions.
Maybe the ultimate appreciation lies in simply noticing the curious world around.
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now that you're rested,
Forget the painting Garrison, the beauty and truth in your prose live on in anyone lucky enough to encounter it. And the almost bittersweet, resigned, second-person vibe is congruent, artful ………yet belies the real power in your gift. The power of art and of the idea to speak truth. Needed now more than ever.
Now get up.
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not everything is fading!
This was a beautiful piece.
Mr. Keillor may feel that some things are fading as he gets older, but his writing, wit and keenness of observation are sharper than ever. Age obviously has some consolation prizes.
As the mother of two guitar-playing, droopy-haired, pants-falling- down but nevertheless dear teenage boys who also invest significant energy in cultivating the appearance of nonchalance, I particularly enjoyed those comments.