"The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry."
~ Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell To Arms



"Our lives disconnect and reconnect, we move on, and later we may touch one another, again bounce away. This is the felt shape of a human life, neither simply linear nor wholly disjunctive nor endlessly bifurcating, but rather this bouncey sequence of bumping into's and tumblings apart."
~ Salman Rushdie, The Ground Beneath Her Feet



Friday, January 8, 2010

My Place Today



Today I am in North Branch at a friend’s house. Looking out the window from where I am sitting it looks like a beautiful day; the sun is bright with the shadows of the trees being cast across the blanket of snow. Cold! It looks cold and I am sure that it is, although I have not ventured out to feel the cold. On my third cup of grace this morning as I am still attempting to awake fully – perhaps every life is like a morning and we all are attempting to awake fully to an awareness of it. To what it means to be alive, to be human and that is what grace affords us in some way. Just as a cup of coffee does something to help each morning, something even to the soul as one takes the time to sip and contemplate. So does grace do something to help in and through our lives, to give the soul hope and release to lurch forward in life? As Anne Lamott has commented, “I’m lurching forward in my life again, and it feels as if someone finally cracked open a window that had been jammed.” I feel something like this as well this today.
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