Category Archives: quotations and poetry

recovering an essential self

I thought my midlife season would be about pushing into a new future … and it is.  I thought it would be about leaving behind the expectations and encumbrances of the past.  It is.  What I didn’t know is that it would feel so much like recovering an essential self, not like discovering a new […]

the silent and invisible life

Sometimes I have loved the peacefulness of an ordinary Sunday. It is like standing in a newly planted garden after a warm rain. You can feel the silent and invisible life. ~Marilynne Robinson, Gilead Thank you to my friend Emily, whose beautiful blog Barnstorming reminded me of these lines from my all-time favorite book.


For all that has been: Thank you. For all that is to come: Yes! ~ Dag Hammarskjöld Another great find from A First Sip.

it was about finding a language

It was about being true to the very stuff of life, it was about trying to capture, though you never could, the very feel of being alive.  It was about finding a language. And it was about being true to the fact, the one thing only followed from the other, that many things in life […]

the iridescent and the dark

I have sometimes thought that there are moments when you can see it all – and if not the future, then all that has come before. And I think also of the gathering net Evan threw into the water, and how he let it sink, and how he drew it up again, and how it […]

we know quite well it is not

It is not a life we are living.  It is life’s reward, beautiful because it seems eternal and because we know quite well it is not. – James Salter, There and Then

we have to take wing

We have to take flight. It’s not given to us, served up on a pretty, parsley-bordered platter. We have to take wing. Was I brave enough to do that? Or would I be content to remain earthbound? -Elizabeth Church, The Atomic Weight of Love

the days were finite, full of awe

I didn’t want to see for miles.  I didn’t want to peer into a telescope and spot the highway in the distance, the farms on the periphery the birds in formation.  I wanted to stand at the base of the bird tower and crane my neck toward Chris and Hannah, bathed in sunlight, golden.  Love […]

a species of intelligent grief

Melancholy isn’t always a disorder that needs to be cured.  It can be a species of intelligent grief which arises when we come face-to-face with the certainty that disappointment is written into the script from the start. – Alain de Botton, The Course of Love

heroism in a class all its own

Rabih’s awareness of the uncertainty makes him want to hang on to the light all the more fervently.  If only for a moment, it all makes sense.  He knows how to love Kirsten, how to have sufficient faith in himself, and how to feel compassion for and be patient with his children.  But it is […]