I have no idea if this is an extremely cliche read on the wheelbarrow poem or an obviously incorrect one (it couldn’t possibly be somewhere in between) but I read it as the narrator being struck, for a moment, by the beauty of something extremely ordinary, so that it briefly becomes the center of the universe. Also, I liked this a lot!
Love this reflection on scraps of paper/notes--have definitely kept some over the years :) And the WCW poems! Also love the sweetness of this. Thanks for sharing this thoughtful reflection, and reminders of the ways we are connected.
I love your ending. Growing up I had similar experiences - mom writing chores lists for my sisters and me, notes saying where she went/when she'd be back, etc. As kids we had little symbols for our names that she gave us (mine a star, my older sister's a heart, my younger a smiley face)...nothing incredibly meaningful, but personal enough that we all still fondly think of her notes and connection points. Anyway...that's enough from me. Thank you for the warm memories; excellent writing!
I have no idea if this is an extremely cliche read on the wheelbarrow poem or an obviously incorrect one (it couldn’t possibly be somewhere in between) but I read it as the narrator being struck, for a moment, by the beauty of something extremely ordinary, so that it briefly becomes the center of the universe. Also, I liked this a lot!
That resonates with me! And I think I'm way more open to hearing that interpretation as an adult than I was as a teenager! 😂
Love this reflection on scraps of paper/notes--have definitely kept some over the years :) And the WCW poems! Also love the sweetness of this. Thanks for sharing this thoughtful reflection, and reminders of the ways we are connected.
Yes! I also have a box of special scraps and notes I've saved over the years. I tend to reread them in hard seasons and they always give me a boost.
I love your ending. Growing up I had similar experiences - mom writing chores lists for my sisters and me, notes saying where she went/when she'd be back, etc. As kids we had little symbols for our names that she gave us (mine a star, my older sister's a heart, my younger a smiley face)...nothing incredibly meaningful, but personal enough that we all still fondly think of her notes and connection points. Anyway...that's enough from me. Thank you for the warm memories; excellent writing!
Oh I love that you had a similar experience growing up! Thanks so much for sharing!
I just finished reading All the Light for the second (or maybe third?) time. Such an incredibly beautiful book in so many ways!