Out of the mists

December 7th, 2008

My girl was a big girl, her own girl, with her own loves and life. I was a spectator, but the show was splendid and I still had the best seat in the house.

By my reckoning, I wrote those words nearly eight years ago, they were published nearly three years ago, and last night they came true in the most absolute and unpredictable way. I watched my daughter debut on a theater stage, feet steady, eyes blazing, cheeks glowing, her own girl, in her own life, from my seat in the full house. I’m filled with awe, not so much with her particular drama, but with the wonder of life itself. Do we write this life? Do we conjure out of scribbled ink and poetic image the very future we inhabit?

We must! We must!

Who is this girl, I wonder? Where does she come from and where will she go?

Is she the baby at twelve months, the fickle birthday girl whose sudden flare of independence inspired the tearful flow of the original words? Is she the sweetheart at two, and three, and four, who dressed herself in an everyday wardrobe of feather wings and glitter crowns? Is she the girl of eight, who cast herself in the real-life leading role of a fantasy come true?

She is all and none of those girls, and most of all this. She is the one who moves in and out of the mists, as we all move in and out of the mists, to appear live and on-stage in the pure light of the briefest moment of recognition.

Oh my heaven, my goodness, do you see it? Do you see it? When we do, when we open our eyes to see the show, there is only one thing to do. There is only ever one thing to do, and without the hesitation of a second thought.

Applaud! Applaud!

Out of the mists of The Huntington Gardens.

Dear friends, my best friends, my full house, appreciate your life.


  1. I love this post. Love the connection between what we wrote and what life is being written, and then being wise enough to watch it, to see. I love you. And Georgia Miller, too. Bravo!

    Comment by Jena Strong — December 7, 2008 @ 9:04 pm

  2. the mists have found their way to my eyes, it seems. beautiful georgia–stunning karen.

    Comment by Holly — December 8, 2008 @ 4:17 am

  3. Wow! Appreciate your life….thank you for a reminder…what a glorious post…you are a sage to remind me to really see what I have in my life and be glad for this…today of all days I needed this most…thank you!!


    Comment by Anonymous — December 8, 2008 @ 3:46 pm

  4. I am – I am!!!

    You words were so touching today, thank you.

    Comment by Cat — December 8, 2008 @ 3:57 pm

  5. i see it…i do, i DO!



    Comment by Wendy — December 8, 2008 @ 6:31 pm

  6. Breathtaking . . . the essence, your description, and not least of all the photo that captures all of that so perfectly.

    I am paying attention. Thank you.

    Comment by East End Jenn — December 8, 2008 @ 7:05 pm

  7. What a beautiful post. What a beautiful daughter. What a beautiful mom.

    Comment by Busymomma66 — December 8, 2008 @ 7:39 pm

  8. Way to go, Georgia!

    Comment by Mama Zen — December 9, 2008 @ 11:58 pm

  9. I appreciate my life and, as best I can, everyone else’s too.

    Comment by Marta — December 10, 2008 @ 6:23 am

  10. I love this posting.

    Comment by Mary Ann — December 13, 2008 @ 3:25 pm

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