In a 1954 interview, poet Robert Frost was asked, "What's your definition of freedom?" "It's being easy in your harness," he replied. _______________ I'm not so easy in my harness these days, if I'm completely honest. I look ahead at what's to come, and I feel this fighting panic shoot straight up through me and … Continue reading |undoing|
And then she looked up and saw it. The glory of existence. The quiet, unobtrusive gladness of being in this world. Gentle on the breeze. Alight. She remembered what she had disremembered. And there it was. Incandescent joy alive.
It's an old habit, believing this particular lie. In a peculiar way, it brings a brand of comfort that I strangely miss when I'm disbelieving it, the old lie that I'm alone. That's the way old habits fit, you know. Like an old sweater, worn and familiar, even if they don't fit so well anymore. … Continue reading lest i lose it
"...the only difference was that I was able to see it more clearly, and to wonder at it." -Wendell Berry Lord, help me in my unbelief.
"Rest is worship," He tells me. Rest is worship. It's me saying, "I'm human, I can't do it all, and I'm not going to try to defy my limitations. I'm going to admit that I'm human and I need to rest." I'm human, and I'm going to admit that I need re-creation daily. I'm human. … Continue reading the re-creating spaces
I don't want to see anymore. It is too much. I want to unsee. Make me blind again. I don't know how to live this way. Why did You teach me to ask for eyes to see when You knew it would hurt like this? Why do You keep making me see? I do not … Continue reading Seeing
My dear People! My dear Bagginses* and Boffins, and my dear Tooks and Brandybucks, and Grubbs, and Chubbs, and Burrowses, and Hornblowers, and Bolgers, Bracegirdles, Goodbodies, Brockhouses and Proudfoots. [*I have changed the students' surnames back to those used in the novel.] [Student shouts correct pronunciation] Proudfoots. And all the rest that I welcome here today! … Continue reading The Commencement Speech