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March 17, 2005
Notes To Myself..................by Hugh Prather
Bragging is a half-hidden, matter-of-fact rehersal
Of past accomplishments, which I usually slip into
the conversation under false pretenses--- as apposed
to the exited sharing of some recent recognition or
achivement with a friend. But even with friends, I
notice that it's kinder to be very intiutive as to
whether the news will be happily recieved, BEFORE
I say it.
Posted by Idinraha at March 17, 2005 12:45 PM
Comments
Well said! I guess this is a way to distinguish a true friend.
Posted by: Maryam at March 17, 2005 10:06 PM
I love that book.
Posted by: Victoria at April 15, 2005 10:17 PM
Well, thanks for leaving a comment, I first found this book maybe twenty years ago, and time to time I still go back to it. I have learned a lot from it. Hugh Prather also has other books,-Notes to each other, is also another favorite of mine.
Posted by: Idinraha at April 16, 2005 10:34 AM
It was 1973 the 1st time I heard of Hugh Prather. I was a soft spoken 18 yr old and Allan at 31 was my 1st lover. We spent hours making love in the loft of his Martha's Vineyard farm house, a mess of tangled limbs and long drawn out kisses. His wood stove was always stoked and crackling in the background. To this day, the pungent smell of a wood fire can put me right back in that room,,in those manly arms. After,we were spent, he would motion me into his lap, and with my knees tucked under my chin... the way young girls do, he would read aloud from 'Notes to Myself.' The words were succint, yet full of meaning.....like my lifeback then. I'd never heard such simplicity before. I was in awe. I just saw Allan a few months ago in Key West. He's 62 now and I'm 49, he said this to me. "Many years ago you built a nest in my heart and you will live there always."
Posted by: Chey at April 20, 2005 02:32 PM