just…thinking

I visited Emily Dickinson’s home this weekend, a tremendous treat for me since she’s one of my favorite poets. It was a delightful way to spend a little time indoors on a rainy New England afternoon. I loved seeing the little bits of history they had there, but I especially enjoyed a little moment upstairs in her bedroom, where I stood at the window and looked out at the field she must have gazed upon a million times. The docent explained she was playful and would call to the neighborhood children playing out there and lower a little basket of gingerbread to them.

What a quirky thing! I loved the thought of a playful Emily, laughing in that room.

I also liked hearing about it — that somehow enough of her life was recorded that these kinds of stories could be shared. I wondered what people might say about me when I’m gone. I hope they say I liked to laugh. And I was kind.

What about you? What would people say about your life?

I had no time to hate, because
The grave would hinder me,
And life was not so ample I
Could finish enmity.

Nor had I time to love, but since
Some industry must be,
The little toil of love, I thought,
Was large enough for me.

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18 thoughts on “just…thinking

  1. Thank you! I’ve always wanted to visit her home. I heard a story once of a guy who went to her home and says, swears, he saw her ghost… 🙂
    He says he saw her coming out her side door of her house, and she seemed startled to see him, and quickly withdrew back into her house… Since then I’ve always wanted to see her house…(and hopefully not her ghost.

  2. How wonderful to see Emily Dickinson’s home. This past summer I visited Robert Frost’s home. It is inspirational to see what the writer looked at every day. I ate some wild strawberries and raspberries that were growing there on a path to his woods.

  3. I hope people remember what they saw God do in my life – It has been an amazing journey, moments so rich, so incredibly full of love and grace.

  4. I will say that you were the best friend and teacher a person could have and being around you made me a better person.

  5. Hunting for my gingerbread recipe and some kiddos to share it with… I might have to settle for making a bowl of chicken soup for the hubby who is taking a sick day.

    Good heart fodder here. I’d like to think people might say I prayed, or I was a good friend, or a good mom. But they just as might easily say that I loved to play music loud, that I was road warrior, that I loved to uncork a bottle of wine with friends.

  6. I loved the little poem. Poetry is my passion and I’m an incurable romantic and when my time comes I hope family and friends will remember me for the poems I write and maybe someone will recite a fitting poem at my last farewell.

    A little giggle to make you smile on Monday and hopefully chase the blues away.

    I make these poems up in my head
    And should really write them down instead
    But when I find the paper I need
    Alas my pencil has run out of lead ;-))

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