Your comparison of yourself and the Transparent was so ... transparent! OK, enough with the bad jokes. But I could smell that pie--and you do make fabulous pies. We have a tree like that down by the creek that Dan shores up and doesn't tend. They are the best apples on our place and although the tree looks like it's in its last days, it keeps going with a little help and good vibes. Thanks for this. I think you summed up my feelings about the world pretty damn accurately. xo
Good morning Tom --I love this kind of "salvage" of fallen fruits bruised on the ground to become that delectable pie (sure wish I had a piece with my coffee-yum). I admit, the word "salvage" makes me think of logging the forests after wildfire--ripping and tearing the fabric of communicating roots and yanking out the standing dead trees storing carbon and nurturing woodpeckers, plus logging the green ones too. But how different to salvage fruit and to salvage all the leavings of our way too heavy human impact! Maybe the simple act of you baking pie from thin-skinned transparent apples is blissful hand-wringing? Thank you for once again opening my eyes to new perspectives--only possible because you are indeed thin-skinned in the best of ways--peeling away any indifference and open to joy.
Yes, we must not forget joy, delight. Thank you so much for this essay! It is wonderful.
Thank you, Carter! Yes to both joy and to remembering the world's wounds.
Praise and grief are deeply connected. One cannot truly happen without the other.
I smiled the whole way through. I enjoyed your comparison of yourself to the Yellow Transparent.
Thank you, Rick! I'll write more in an email.
Your comparison of yourself and the Transparent was so ... transparent! OK, enough with the bad jokes. But I could smell that pie--and you do make fabulous pies. We have a tree like that down by the creek that Dan shores up and doesn't tend. They are the best apples on our place and although the tree looks like it's in its last days, it keeps going with a little help and good vibes. Thanks for this. I think you summed up my feelings about the world pretty damn accurately. xo
Good morning Tom --I love this kind of "salvage" of fallen fruits bruised on the ground to become that delectable pie (sure wish I had a piece with my coffee-yum). I admit, the word "salvage" makes me think of logging the forests after wildfire--ripping and tearing the fabric of communicating roots and yanking out the standing dead trees storing carbon and nurturing woodpeckers, plus logging the green ones too. But how different to salvage fruit and to salvage all the leavings of our way too heavy human impact! Maybe the simple act of you baking pie from thin-skinned transparent apples is blissful hand-wringing? Thank you for once again opening my eyes to new perspectives--only possible because you are indeed thin-skinned in the best of ways--peeling away any indifference and open to joy.
Thank you, Tom, wish I was close enough to swing by for pie. My wisdom would be to tell you any pie will save the world.
Mary, how I wish you could stop in! Your wisdom is definitely worthy of a pie.