Several people requested that we post the text of our readings, so here they are!
excerpt from The Velveteen Rabbit by Margery Williams:
“What is REAL?” asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. “Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?”
“Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse. “It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but Really loves you, then you become Real.”
“Does it hurt?” asked the Rabbit.
“Sometimes,” said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. “When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.”
“Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,” he asked, “or bit by bit?”
“It doesn’t happen all at once,” said the Skin Horse. “You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get all loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”
From “100 Love Sonnets” by Pablo Neruda:
VIII
If your eyes were not the color of the moon,
of a day full of clay, and work, and fire,
if even held-in you did not move in agile grace like the air,
if you were not an amber week,
not the yellow moment
when autumn climbs up through the vines;
if you were not that bread the fragrant moon
kneads, sprinkling its flour across the sky,
oh, my dearest, I could not love you so!
But when I hold you I hold everything that is-
sand, time, the tree of the rain,
everything is alive so that I can be alive:
without moving I can see it all:
in your life I see everything that lives.
From Captain Corelli’s Mandolin by Louis Bernieres:
Love is a temporary madness; it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of the promise of eternal passion. That is just being in love, which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Those that truly love have roots that grow towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossoms have fallen from their branches, they find that they are one tree and not two.
Which was your favorite? I love them all! But I find myself getting teary-eyed with the Pablo Neruda poem the most. (I just love the ending line, “in your life I see everything that lives”) Now whenever I read it, I remember how Emily began to choke up, which didn’t help my cause at all as I looked into Mike’s eyes at the ceremony. And with the Velveteen Rabbit, I can picture Paul reading it off of his iPhone, which made me laugh. And when I read the Captain Corelli excerpt I can just hear Jen’s voice saying the words, with the calm finality of the last reading.
So many lovely memories from the day. Thank you to our readers! Y’all made each reading perfect in your own way.
M&S
When I was growing up, my mom would make the most delicious chili on cold days. What is your go-to cold weather food? The recipe I made tonight wasn’t chili, but it was pretty similar: tomato-based soup with garlic, onion, cranberry beans (this was the first time I’ve cooked with these, and they were really good!), fresh herbs, zucchini, mushrooms, and rice. Yum. And the biscuits were a recipe from Deborah Madison’s Vegetarian Cooking for Everyone. We’ll be eating those for breakfast, too, with honey and a cup of coffee. Mmmm..
