What inspires the inscription of a life? This is something I was thinking about today as I stood at the Belvedere, one of my favorite thinking spots. This blog has remained silent for over a month now, not because my life hasn’t been worth inscribing and recording, but because my life is unfolding in a private bliss that feels too special and precious to write about publicly. But today, while standing at the railing at the Belvedere riverfront, I noticed for the first time that the metal surface of the railing was full of etchings and scratchings that made permanent the moments of innumerable lives. The graffiti either announced the existence of a relationship and True Love, or it announced that that person was there, at that spot, on that particular date. This impulse to inscribe a life can come from the most mundane of things, or it can come from a place of profound emotion, and there is something beautiful and inspiring about the insistence with which our lives want to be made known, to an audience of a few, or an audience of many.
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That was pure poetry Maria. I think hanging out with a poet is making you one! Or love!
Or Both! Beautiful, moving little entry. Thanks for making my day!