I’ve been thinking this week that it’s finally time
to sit down and write about my most recent trip to New York City for Jessica
Leccia’s fan luncheon. That was back in March of this year. I guess three
months is long enough to let that story simmer on the back burner. I’d better
finish editing those photos, too. Recalling that trip makes me think of all my visits
to NYC and the things that have happened there to surprise me, change me and
challenge me.
Even a small moment can make a big impact.
A laugh
a hug
a passing comment from one person
that changes the life of another
and before I know what’s happening I’m back on the train and
headed home again,
knowing I’ll sift through it all in the months ahead,
taking out each moment to examine it again,
trying to squeeze all the insight out of it that I can,
all the affirmation I’ll need when I don’t like what I see in the mirror,
all the affirmation I’ll need when I don’t like what I see in the mirror,
all the encouragement I’ll need when I’m ready to give up,
along with the challenge of my friends and mentors to keep
being myself as only I can do,
even when that seems the most impossible task of all.
Especially then.
And now I’m thinking about Nora Ephron, how she touched my
life and told me over and over again that being something other than what most
people expect is a very good thing and that the smallest, most ordinary moments can be
the most important of all. No, I never met her but I’ve watched her movies repeatedly,
gathering up all the insight, humor, and affirmation I’ll need until the next
time.
One of my strongest memories of NYC is also about NoraEphron. The first time I went to NYC for Jessica Leccia’s fan luncheon I saw Love, Loss and What I Wore, the play she wrote with her sister,
Delia Ephron. I
wrote about the impact that play had on me in the first of four articles about
that trip.
I should be telling my stories more often. I’ll work on
that. Until then, click on this and go read what I wrote about seeing that play
and what it did for me.
And if you want to read the rest of that story here are the
links to parts two three and four:
Thank you, Nora. Rest in Peace.
