March, You Were A Cold One

To keep a blog going, is much like a diary, with the exception there is no key! Anyone can read my thoughts, words and ideas. I just lay it all out for the masses. It brings me great joy to spill my guts, and heals me.
Just like this beautiful spring day, it is glorious!! March has been a beast, and she goes out in glory. The sunshine makes me pick up my pace, and do it with a smile.

So I am  going to steal a few minutes to share a couple of books that I devoured in this month of March.
The Aviator's Wife: A Novel  by Melanie Benjamin and Wave by Sonali Deraniyagala. They were both warm, with the March winds blowing the house down.

I love to read about The Lindbergh family, their complicated life. Heroic and demonic is an absurd combination, yet Charles was both. However this novel, is written with Anne's words. Its historical fiction, and nearly strangled me with grief and love. Why people stayed married in a loveless relationship fascinates me, and how they survive the loss of a child, unfortunately hits close to my heart. Below are some of my highlighted pearls:
    Contemplation, rather than action; seems to be my lot in life, and I was ashamed of it even as I craved it.

    Why couldn't confidence be bottled like perfume?

    Charles eyes were the color of morning ( wow, love that)

    She was as silky as he was rumpled ( divine)

    the duty drilled into me by my parents; dreams may have been paintings on my walls, but doubts and fears were the bars on my windows

   I didn't feel privy to know what was on my mother's heart

   I want to be one of those marvelous old ladies covered in scarves who rock in their chairs with mysterious smiles, remembering their scandalous affairs of their youth.

  walking slowly back to my bed, carrying my hope and terror both, one fragile, the other already so stolidly familiar I couldn't remember life before it, within my heart.

  and I understand that betrayal is more enormous than forgiveness. One more thing that Charles has taught me, in a lifetime of lessons and lectures. ( a lifetime of lessons and lectures, seems so painful)

It is hard for me to stop, this book, The Aviators Wife, it was quiet. Better yet, it made me be still and think.

Now if I have any more room???  Wave read like the tsunami that it was about. This true story of a women that lost her entire family in a wave of the ocean, is often too much to bear. How quick life changes, and how we learn to live among the living, again is a healing book for me.

Here are some of the beautiful language of love;

     In a few hours it will be light. It will be tomorrow. I was terrified of tomorrow the truth would start.

     how do I tame my pain?

    I cannot reconcile it with the impossible horror of how they were severed from me in an instant

    If I allow any of this, I will go mad for wanting them

    Their promise, my children's possibilities, still linger in our home

     By knowing them again, by gathering threads of our life, I am much less fractured. I am also less confused.

    I can only recover if I keep them near ( this was written seven years after her loss)

So powerful, words.
Life, so fragile and strong,
This March day, stunning, reminded me that the tomb is empty.
Happy Easter 2013