February 12, 2019
Gleanings
- By-gone letters pull us intimately into the moment of their writing and thus seem truer than memories.
- I like to believe that leaning is love.
- Literature strengthens our imagination. If we all have the tools to try to imagine a better world, we’re already halfway there.
- I like the smell of coffee percolating, the way tulips nod their heads when brought inside, handwritten notes and letters, walking barefoot in the sand…
- As a writer, what I’ve done is not as important as what I’m going to be doing.
- And I noticed it because I was looking.
- This morning I went out to see if the small dark animal that jumped into the bush beyond my study window left tracks in the snow.
- Who needs a canvas when you’ve got walls!
- Undoing crochet still leaves you with all the yarn, after all: you just have to make something else out of it.
- It’s a stance, bewilderment. It’s a way of entering the day, and of thinking differently, even in times that seem to call for its opposite.
- I recognize that this sadness is the cost of loving my daughter and I wouldn’t change that for anything.
- But it is not true that identity politics are necessarily divisive. Difference is a fact of life, to which divisiveness is only one response. Inclusiveness is another: not just tolerating but celebrating difference, fighting for the rights of all, not just the few.
- My Year of Slow.
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