This afternoon's conversation with Quinn Fung reminded me that I need to write—not because I need approval or advice, but because I'm experiencing life and friends want to share that experience with me.
There is so much to share, and I have so few words with which to describe all the wonderful things that are going on. My life is blossoming into a richness I hadn't even known possible, engaging all of my senses in the exploration of opera, cooking, and other pursuits.
Perhaps I'll write letters and keep copies. That seems the best way to savor my memories. And yet I am reminded of what Elizabeth Barrett Browning wrote in one of her Sonnets from the Portuguese:
... I cannot teach
My hand to hold my spirits so far off