Another Lifetime: List

Sunday, August 1, 2010

List

Nadia's Bucket List post has me thinking about all the things I want to squeeze into this lifetime of mine, so while I listen for the little one I might as well jot down some ideas.

Make it all up to my husband.
Play for a soccer team, just one more time.
Coach a soccer team.
Take a drama class, or at least a workshop.
Visit Vienna and write where the composers may have written.
Publish a poem.
Bring my family to see China in a way that is comfortable for them.
Go to a nude beach (ok, this isn't THAT important to me, but I feel I will have overcome something in accomplishing this).
Return to my parents the generosity they have shown to me.
Get much closer to my brother.
Teach my son what it means to be a good person and a honorable man.
Have a daughter!

I have to stop here and marvel at what I've learned about my dreams in writing this list. I guess I always did want to have a boy and a girl. There is something very balanced about that. A perfect example, though, of how some things cannot simply be willed to happen. We shall see what the future holds. Thanks Nadia, for encouraging me to think about this!

4 comments:

nadia said...: your list made doors open both in my heart and mind. i have not begun to write mine except for one thing on it and non of it is as generous and beautiful as your list.; August 5, 2010 at 6:51 PM
kendalee said...: What a lovely liferich list Sheila. The entry about your brother made me cry for obvious reasons and I hope you achieve everything, including nude beach visit :) Taking stock every now and again is such a worthwhile and important thing to do isn't it?; August 28, 2010 at 1:12 AM
in another lifetime said...: Welcome back to blogland Kenda! I do have such a strong urge to be very close to my brother again, like we were in youth, and what has happened in your life as only made that urge stronger. In that way your brother's life has touched mine, among the countless others he has undoubtedly touched. And yes, if the nude beach happens you all will be the first to know!:); August 28, 2010 at 4:27 AM
KateBannet said...: A classic format for compositions is the five-paragraph essay. It is not the only format for writing an essay, of course, but it is a useful model for you to keep in mind, especially as you begin to develop your composition skills. More help with essays here au.essay-writing-place.com.; June 30, 2015 at 3:28 AM

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Three Cups of Tea, Greg Mortenson

The Hour I First Believed, Wally Lamb

The Bookseller of Kabul, Åsne Seierstad

The Vanishing Act of Esme Lennox, Maggie O'Farrell
"Esme stares at the spiked rocks. She stares and stares until they begin to lose their third dimension, until they begin to look unfamiliar, insubstantial. Like the way words said over and over become just a slurry of a sound. She says the word 'word' over and over in her head until she hears only 'dwur-dwur-dwur'. She is aware of those numbers, the two and the eight, trying to find a place to slip back in. They have been lurking at the edges where she pushed them and they are mounting an assault, a break-in. She won't have it. She will not."

The House of Seven Gables, Nathaniel Hawthorne
"But as for the old structure of our story, its white-oak frame, and its boards, shingles, and crumbling plaster, and even the huge, clustered chimney in the midst, seemed to constitute only the least and meanest part of its reality. So much of mankind's varied experience had passed there, -so much had been suffered, and something, too, enjoyed,- that the very timbers were oozy, as with the moisture of a heart."

The Sun Also Rises, Ernest Hemingway
"She was sitting up now. My arm was around her and she was leaning back against me, and we were quite calm. She was looking into my eyes with that way she had of looking that made you wonder whether she really saw out of her own eyes. They would look on and on after every one else's eyes in the world would have stopped looking. She looked as though there were nothing on earth she would not look at like that, and really she was afraid of so many things"

The Life You Can Save: Acting now to end world poverty, Peter Singer
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Kiss Me Like a Stranger: My search for love and art, Gene Wilder

Eat Pray Love, Elizabeth Gilbert
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The Kindness of Strangers, Katrina Kittle

The Alchemist, Paolo Coelho, translated by Alan Clarke
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Mrs. Dalloway, Virginia Woolf
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The Bell Jar, Sylvia Plath
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