Then, as so often
happens, just as I am ready to start writing, knowing pretty much what I want
to say and excited about finding a way to say it well, something in me tries to
get up and leave it—drink a glass of water, look out the window, read a magazine.
Just as the spell has a chance of working, I break it. Just as there is a
chance of bringing light out of dark, I choose the dark, withdraw my hand from
the hand I have reached out for…If there is a will to be known and forgiven, is
there a will also to remain hidden? Yes, of course, but the full answer about
why I both want to write and do not want to write lies deeper still, and were I
to discover it, I would discover perhaps the secret name written on the white
stone. I do not discover it. But this morning at least I resist the temptation
to leave my work before I have begun it. For better or worse, I choose this
time for life instead of death.
9 comments:
oh this
just that
yes. I'm choosing life today ... closing up my laptop and heading out for a walk with my husband, oh so eager to embrace the promise of spring and a deep heart to heart ...
isn't Buechner the best?
thanks, Laura. have a beautiful weekend, friend.
Wow! I get every bit of that. *sigh*
What a peaceful lovely website.
Thank you for bringing this quote (and the title) to my attention. He puts his finger right on it, doesn't he?
So much in so few words, thanks for sharing.
Seriously, this is the gift I so often need. Thank you Buechner for your honesty and Laura for graciously hand-wrapping the gift.
That image is so great - so much so that I almost didn't make it to the quote - but I did, eventually. What a wonderful pairing!
Blessings.
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