Kahlil Gibran as poet, painter, philosopher and theologian can be found in any one of his mulitple works...but the part of him that is brother, son, friend and foe is captured best in private letters compiled posthumus and bound together in a booked entiled "Self-Portrait". Letters, and sometimes even emails...no, really, even emails, can give a glimpse into the lives and hearts of others. Here's a little glimpse into mine.
This letter was written in response to an email sent by an old college roommate, who after finishing a graduate degree, moved to the San Francisco where she could revel in the freedoms of her 20-somethings.
hey lovely!
...maybe waiting to write back was not such a bad idea...makes receiving your email that much more of a pleasant surprise.
I'm glad you and your 20s have found a playground. SF is a great place to unleash some of your vibrant youth...and maybe even some of your 'real grown up' years. We've been thinking of relocating…starting fresh in a whole new place. And I’ve honestly explored my options in the bay area.
...BUT for now, Miguel and I are sitting still here in Santa Barbara. Marriage has proven to be much more than beautiful companionship. As it turns out, it's also a great launching pad towards parenthood. So alas, we've made our leap and I'm 8 and a half months pregnant!
Between lactation classes and tours of the local hospital’s maternity ward, I have found a new sense of adventure. I can’t say I don’t in some ways miss my days of casual dates, spontaneous travel, and blissful folic…but today adventure comes from the inside…literally.
Amelia Grace is due to make her arrival on October 5th, and we patiently wait for her smile, just as she’ll patiently wait to meet Auntie Stacey’s smile. Come see us soon!
In the meantime, enjoy another martini for my sake!
Cheers,
Luna
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