’Where on earth do we start to get our world and joy and hope and our faith in life itself back?'
Love, perfectionism, emotional scars, marriage, life, frustration. In other words - life, in a general sense, through the eyes and thoughts of Anne Lamott. Urging, softly, for us to remember to be ‘our better selves’ - at least as often as possible. She doesn’t shy away from sharing when she falls short of achieving this goal. She also shares some messages that offer a somewhat soothing reminder that life, and the people living, is often messy, disappointing and difficult to navigate on our own.
’My comedian friend Duncan Trussel once said nine words onstage that changed me. He said that when you first meet him, you’re meeting his bodyguard. I wrote it down and later taped it to my bathroom mirror, where all truth resides at least briefly. His bodyguard is smart and charming, and keeps people out. Deep inside, his true self is very human, which is to say beautiful and kind of a mess --needy, insecure, judgmental, like most of us. It is full of love, warmth, and rage.’
Even the children in her Sunday school class are somewhat aware of the flaws of this world.
’Even now, they know that the world leaves grubby fingerprints all over everything: our hearts, minds, hope.’
This is, I think, the tenth of her books that I’ve read. There is a comfort, for me, in reading her books, in feeling that sense of acceptance in imperfection, even in love. Life isn’t perfect, and her words are not necessarily profound in a ‘new’ sense, but - especially in this last, crazy, year that we’ve all been affected by - it helps to be reminded that life can, indeed, be messy.
’I know the secret of life. If you want to have loving feelings, do loving things.’
These days life seems so fragile, I can’t avoid seeing or hearing the daily death count. Daily reminders have left most people feeling vulnerable and fearful, while others seem to believe they are immune. I believe, as most do, that life is precious.
’Some poet once wrote that we think we are drops in the ocean, but that we are really the ocean in drops, both minute and everything there is.’
The antidote to hate and fear is love. Love is patient, love is kind. Not arrogant, dishonorable or selfish. It delights in truth.
Love is hope in action.