4/30/17 RMB Tarzan
Dear Rita Mae Brown,
Today is the last day of April. It seems important to mark
the passing of time, endings and beginnings in particular.
I am reading Hotspur, your second book in the Jane
Arnold fox hunting series. I’m also enjoying errands here and there listening
to As
You Wish: Inconceivable Tales from the Making of The Princess Bride by Cary
Elwes on CD in my car. By my night stand is Focus: The Hidden Driver of
Excellence by Daniel Goleman.
This morning I watched the latest version of Edgar Rice
Burrough’s Tarzan come to life in the film The Legend of Tarzan
staring Alexander Skarsgard.
What is all this leading to? The puzzle of it all, words,
books, why we write and the stories we tell.
We can live vicariously through characters, experiencing far
more than each of us will in our own lives. Conversely, words can energize us
to reach further than we might have risked on our own, or provide us the
knowledge to do so.
Our match can be found in words of others, the one that
mirrors what we are on the outside and the one that mirrors our insides. In
discovering each other, through the imagination of our authors, or their
research, we discover a bit more about ourselves, our world, and all of the
possibilities breathing there.
This is a how we learn and absorb our universe, by watching
the rising sun, the faces we pass, and the words we devour. We are a curious
lot. Our duffle bag full of inherited traits, adjusted by what has been
learned, provides us everything we possess to charter our course.
It is all an illusion, though, what we see and how we
interpret it are vastly different from what another sees and the effects on
that person’s life. One may face eminent danger and another reads about “those
people over there” (the very ones facing danger), their worlds being worlds
apart.
And, whether fiction or fact, there is this tug, internal
and everlasting, connecting one being to the other. Our heart goes out to
Tarzan as he rescues Jane. Our awareness expands as the scientists uncovering fossils
from ancient times re-write history.
And I am convinced that words will ultimately act as the
bridge from here to there, one book at a time, connecting us to our past,
future, and each other, our saving grace. Words feed the depths of our hunger.
Sincerely,
Loraine
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