Mother!
Following the milk, Jujuy
“Congratulations!!!congratulations on the pregnancy. How many months are you?”
Gosh the dangers of mistranslation. I thought I was signing off my message to Silvia with a hug. Con un embrazo. But no, I should have said un abrazo. This is how rumours begin. However, I was flattered that she considered it a possibility for me, and a joy… (and delighted that her father’s op went well for the removal of ‘waterfalls’ from his eyes).
I am not with child but there’s certain pregnancy in the air, don’t you think? In spite of political blindness and folly , in spite of our collective dimness and selfishness, Spring is irrepressible …
‘What is all this juice and all this joy?
A strain of the earth’s sweet being…’
… and each morning, each moment, we have the chance to choose again, to make our corner a little greener, to write the stories in us, to create, to say yes, to love … to be pregnant with our own life — with our life.
November 6th, 2009 at 7:50 am
…and yes, ‘each morning, each moment, we have the chance to choose again.’ What a blessing that is. L, C x
November 5th, 2009 at 7:49 am
Ha! This has to be one The Most Delightful stories about misinterpretation – whenever I read it (or think about it), it has me laughing out loud. Graham B has just (successful) cataract surgery. I will direct him to The Intertidal Zone.