Sublime

honestly think in order to be a writer, you have to learn to be reverent. If not, why are you writing? Why are you here? Let’s think of reverence as awe, as presence in and openness to the world. The alternative is that we stultify, we shut down. Think

But as the weeks of writing went by, she stopped competing with that masterpiece. She shed her self-consciousness about words and began to write as if she were young again, talking to her friends, letting them in on the secret of an enchanted world that she had stumbled on by accident, just on the other side of a shimmering barrier.

rhapsodies

The dull infinite rumbling sound of water shuddering to vapour heaven knows can all of a sudden bring on such celestial yearnings. Or perhaps after, seated.

One moment a wraith, the next a reality, the uncertain, dreamlike vision that suddenly clears and can be seen to be real.

We understand the experience of living in a contingent world, the dangers of wind or rainstorms, of sickness or terrible loss. We recognize this feeling of being young: to speak and be unheard, of having something to say and no ear in which to whisper it.