Nov 8, birthday of Dorothy Day, on my way to VA to give another talk about her and remembering the letter I wrote her on her 79 birthday, 44 years ago. (Thanks who found it in the archives.)
Conversation
“Dear Dorothy, you say that love is an exchange of gifts. I could think of nothing that could adequately express my gratitude to you [than to say] my life has been immeasurably enriched by yr life; that if it had not been for certain accidents of Providence I might have lived...
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... out my [life] unaware of the courage, wisdom, and goodness of which the human heart is capable; that it has been the great privilege of my life to share with so many others in knowing and loving you.”
In the moment we don’t always recognize the great encounters in our lives. At 20 I did not know that I would spend the rest of my life telling her story and honoring her witness. The exchange of gifts continues. “Happy birthday Dorothy!”
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