A Luminous Halo

"Life is not a series of gig lamps symmetrically arranged; life is a luminous halo, a semi-transparent envelope surrounding us from the beginning of consciousness to the end." --Virginia Woolf

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Location: Springfield, Massachusetts, United States

Smith ’69, Purdue ’75. Anarchist; agnostic. Writer. Steward of the Pascal Emory house, an 1871 Second-Empire Victorian; of Sylvie, a 1974 Mercedes-Benz 450SL; and of Taz, a purebred Cockador who sets the standard for her breed. Happy enough for the present in Massachusetts, but always looking East.

Sunday, February 20, 2011

Diary February 20, 1960: I Feel Greatly Enlightened Somehow

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Dear Diary--
Skating today. I learned how to stoop down, and its loads of fun, but I'm not steady enough to stick my leg out yet. Kathy came, & didn't like the skating, (she couldn't even stand up, practically), but I think Gilda & I drilled something into her. (No skating skirt yet, but soon.)
No test marks from Catechism yet--I wonder how I did?
I feel greatly enlightened, somehow, in everything, as if God would help straighten things out, Kathy, school, home, homework, etc, etc

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