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High on Alice Munro by Susan Perly
 

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  • Every rare so often, the universe is joy.

    No debate, no explosions but only in joy full-out.

    Every so rare often, the universe brings a dry sunny day, not too hot, a particular unimaginable Thursday.

    They say we are shy, we Canadians----and we are. Shy in a full court press way when we have art on our minds.

    They say we are polite, so polite you might call us weird-polite and I am proud to say I am both weird and polite and so filled with joy, today.

    They say we ladies are, well----what can we say about a country whose basic one dollar currency is called a Loonie and the two dollars (yes) currency is called a Twoonie and so we are Loonie-Twoonie all day.

    You can say: a Canadian woman won the Nobel Prize in Literature today. Our Alice Munro. She belongs to the world, but our joy is such a local universal joy. Here I sit in southern Ontario, a woman, and here she is in southern Ontario, the great, incomparable Alice, out of the limelight by choice, like a heart surgeon with words and stories. My life has been a life of taking Alice Munro for granted, like the sea, the sky, the wordful green earth, rain.

    And joy.

    Our hearts are enlarged today.

    We bow to the stories of Alice. We are high on Alice Munro today.

    (Photo by Susan, white bougainvillea in the garden, summer 2013)
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