3 thoughts on “that very night in max’s room a forest grew . . . and the walls became the world all around”
so profoundly moving. thank you so much for posting this. x
“But, you know, there’s something I’m finding out as I’m aging: that I am in love with the world. And I look right now, as we speak together, out my window in my studio and I see my trees and my beautiful, beautiful maples that are hundreds of years old, they’re beautiful. And you see I can see how beautiful they are. I can take time to see how beautiful they are. It is a blessing to get old. It is a blessing to find the time to do the things, to read the books, to listen to the music. You know, I don’t think I’m rationalizing anything. I really don’t. This is all inevitable and I have no control over it.”
This was the part that stood out for me too. I also found his honest and vulnerable appreciation for Terry Gross very beautiful.
Yes, me too! It’s so rare that someone will express something like that publicly. It’s so clear that there are no veils over his words here. The emotion pours out through the cracks in his voice.
so profoundly moving. thank you so much for posting this. x
“But, you know, there’s something I’m finding out as I’m aging: that I am in love with the world. And I look right now, as we speak together, out my window in my studio and I see my trees and my beautiful, beautiful maples that are hundreds of years old, they’re beautiful. And you see I can see how beautiful they are. I can take time to see how beautiful they are. It is a blessing to get old. It is a blessing to find the time to do the things, to read the books, to listen to the music. You know, I don’t think I’m rationalizing anything. I really don’t. This is all inevitable and I have no control over it.”
This was the part that stood out for me too. I also found his honest and vulnerable appreciation for Terry Gross very beautiful.
Yes, me too! It’s so rare that someone will express something like that publicly. It’s so clear that there are no veils over his words here. The emotion pours out through the cracks in his voice.