absolutely

Since I am in one of my "Virginia Woolf" modes this week, I've been pondering her good friend, E. M. Forster, also a British writer, best known for his ironic and well-plotted novels examining class difference and hypocrisy in early 20th-century British society. This kooky photo of Forster, in official robes at Indian Court, is included in the collection of images in my current read, Virginia Woolf, by Ruth Webb. He must be embellished in his full "A Passage to India" outfit. He looks a bit like Groucho Marx in drag, don't you think?
Forster's enigmatic words, "At the side of the everlasting why, is a yes, and a yes, and a yes", from his novel, A Room With a View, have been rattling around in my head this week, as well. It is a curious statement, and I have been thinking about it's delicious implications, in a good-Karma-glass-half-full kind of way. I've decided to embrace, with abandon, a big, juicy, life-affirming YES. The kind of giddy yes that makes you happy to be alive and well on planet earth. And why not? A "yes" is there, waiting, just for the taking, ready to be relished.

I thank you God for this most amazing day,

for the leaping greenly spirits of trees,

and for the blue dream of sky

and for everything which is natural,

which is infinite, which is YES.

e. e. cummings

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