It’s beautiful outside right now: the wind is blowing, the sun is shining, and there are colorful leaves and cute little mushrooms decorating the ground around our neighborhood.
This past weekend, prior to anniversary goodness, was my brother Stephen’s engagement party on Long Island. That pumpkin cake in the photo was just one of the desserts laid out. I can’t believe I didn’t get pictures of the baklava and galaktoboureko, two amazing Greek desserts that had all the guests raving. Perhaps I’ll treat you to the food pictures I did take later on, but alas!, I am pressed for time this morning, so this post will be a short one.
I wanted to share this beautiful letter that Ted Hughes (Silvia Plath’s husband) wrote to their son, Nicholas, in 1986. It’s especially poignant, considering all three ended their lives by suicide. Here’s one of my favorite excerpts:
The only calibration that counts is how much heart people invest, how much they ignore their fears of being hurt or caught out or humiliated. And the only thing people regret is that they didn’t live boldly enough, that they didn’t invest enough heart, didn’t love enough. Nothing else really counts at all. —Ted Hughes