It’s my last night in New York. The sneak preview of 27 Dresses was sold out, so I did the next best thing: ripped off price tags and ditched plastic packaging in hopes that these few ounces will keep my suitcases within weight limits!
One of the last items to drop into my bag was my crimped copy of Eat Pray Love. I just made it through Bali and find myself sad that the string of delicious metaphors that have swept me away on this magical journey has come to an end. Yet, if I didn’t come to the end, I wouldn’t have read the last two sentences, the fifty-five words that express with depth and candor the emotions that are brimming up within me as I leave:
“In the end, though, maybe we must all give up trying to pay back the people in the world who sustain our lives. In the end, maybe it’s wiser to surrender before the miraculous scope of human generosity and to just keep saying thank you, forever and sincerely, for as long as we have voices.”
I have no delusions of being able to repay all of the pillow fluffing, Starbucks-treating angels from this break. Instead, I will simply say, thank you, forever and sincerely. Miraculous, without a doubt, was your scope of generosity. Could not have done it without you all.
ker xx
