{"id":9135,"date":"2015-02-01T08:23:14","date_gmt":"2015-02-01T16:23:14","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/michellejolin.com\/wordpress\/?p=9135"},"modified":"2015-02-01T08:22:03","modified_gmt":"2015-02-01T16:22:03","slug":"the-whistler","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/michellejolin.com\/?p=9135","title":{"rendered":"How well do you know anyone?"},"content":{"rendered":"<blockquote><p>\nAll of a sudden she began to whistle. By all of a sudden<br \/>\nI mean that for more than thirty years she had not<br \/>\nwhistled. It was thrilling. At first I wondered, who was<br \/>\nin the house, what stranger? I was upstairs reading, and<br \/>\nshe was downstairs. As from the throat of a wild and<br \/>\ncheerful bird, not caught but visiting, the sounds war-<br \/>\nbled and slid and doubled back and larked and soared.<\/p>\n<p>Finally I said, Is that you? Is that you whistling? Yes, she<br \/>\nsaid. I used to whistle, a long time ago. Now I see I can<br \/>\nstill whistle. And cadence after cadence she strolled<br \/>\nthrough the house, whistling.<\/p>\n<p>I know her so well, I think. I thought. Elbow and an-<br \/>\nkle. Mood and desire. Anguish and frolic. Anger too.<br \/>\nAnd the devotions. And for all that, do we even begin<br \/>\nto know each other? Who is this I\u2019ve been living with<br \/>\nfor thirty years?<\/p>\n<p>This clear, dark, lovely whistler?<br \/>\n&#8211;Mary Oliver\/The Whistler<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>No matter how long you know someone, or how intimate a relationship is, you can never know everything about another person. Everyone, no matter how open their personality, has things they don&#8217;t share. It might not even be on purpose. Something just might not occur to them as being noteworthy.<\/p>\n<p>Like whistling. <\/p>\n<p>Molly didn&#8217;t whistle for thirty years&#8230;and then she did, and her lover was in love all over again with this person who she thought she knew everything about. A whole new person all of a sudden. <\/p>\n<p>This is a very good thing. A constant renewal and appreciation of our relationships. <\/p>\n<p>Maybe there are a few people who are so utterly bland and unchanging that they are always completely predictable, but surely not very many. I&#8217;d like to think that most of us are capable of surprises. Hopefully pleasant ones. <\/p>\n<p>Or is it a sign of inattention? Are these surprises about the people in our lives things we should have noticed?<\/p>\n<p>Once in awhile those things leak out, like when I found myself singing in public without even realizing it, or when someone said &#8220;did you know that you hum incessantly?&#8221; and I had no idea. <\/p>\n<p>Sometimes the person you don&#8217;t know is yourself.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>All of a sudden she began to whistle. By all of a sudden I mean that for more than thirty years she had not whistled. It was thrilling. At first I wondered, who was in the house, what stranger? I was upstairs reading, and she was downstairs. As from the throat of a wild and &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/michellejolin.com\/?p=9135\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">How well do you know anyone?<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"How well do you know anyone? http:\/\/wp.me\/p4FR8-2nl","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-9135","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-words"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p7lr3R-2nl","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":2371,"url":"https:\/\/michellejolin.com\/?p=2371","url_meta":{"origin":9135,"position":0},"title":"Truth or dare?","author":"Michelle","date":"November 7, 2013","format":false,"excerpt":"The truth can't hurt you, it's just like the dark It scares you witless But in time\u00a0 you see things clear and stark. --Elvis Costello\/I Want You \u00a0 \u00a0 Truth is kind of a wiggly construct. 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