From the book that started it all for me, Pilgrim at Tinker Creek by Annie Dillard:
Our life is a faint tracing on the surface of mystery. The surface of mystery is not smooth, any more than the planet is smooth; not even a single hydrogen atom is smooth, let alone a pine. Nor does it fit together; not even the chlorophyll and hemoglobin molecules are a perfect match, for, even after the atom of iron replaces the magnesium, long streamers of disparate atoms trail disjointedly from the rims of the molecules' loops. Freedom cuts both ways. Mystery itself is as fringed and intricate as the shape of the air in time. Forays into mysteries cut bays and fine fiords, but the forested mainland itself is implacable both in its bulk and in its most filigreed fringe of detail. "Every religion that does not affirm that God is hidden," said Pascal flatly, "is not true."
Namaste.
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You are off to a great start here, Amy. I am glad to see this place in cyberspace and glad to be here. I'll be following along. :)
ReplyDeleteThe Paul Bowles quote is exquisite...thank you.
Um wow. Thank you. I have been meaning to email you, actually. When you asked if I had a blog and I said 'not yet' that was actually tongue in cheek. I honestly had no (conscious) plans to start one. In fact it was that exchange that got me to thinking about it, and then I discovered just how simple it was to get started...so it is sort of a seat-of-the-pants thing at this point. ;-)
ReplyDeleteAnyway, thank you so much for your kind words, they mean a lot.
I was going to keep it a 'secret' until I felt a little more confident, but I gues you found me...
:-)