I love hiking. Introverted at heart, the idea of walking solo for three months on California’s Pacific Crest Trail sounds glorious to me (although I would prefer staying at a cute bed and breakfast to camping in the rain). Having wandered through over ten countries with my own pair of boots, the ones on the cover seemed to promise great stories of adventure. Sort of like Into Thin Air, but hotter and less dangerous.
Yet there is more than mere physical danger in this compelling book, which is not really about hiking at all. Though Strayed does give gripping accounts of backpack disasters and wildlife encounters, this book is really about an internal hike we must all take, at some point, through grief and loss.
Strayed’s decision to make the trek “began before I…
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One more book note in the spirit of National Poetry Month:
Welcoming Hope: Poems for those in need (2007, Elin Grace Publishing) is a poetry anthology we published with Time Of Singing: A Journal Of Christian Poetry. There are poems by many poets. Lora Homan Zill and I co-edited the book, and Charles A. Waugaman was the Art Editor and Illustrator.
This book is still in print and blessing other people. It is the first book listed on the Time Of Singingbooks page, followed by the Christmas chapbook. There is a picture of the cover of the hope book, with a list of the poets. Lora is handling the sales of the books. All proceeds benefit Time Of Singing. I love the way blogs and print journals can support one another.
Over the years, I’ve been told that I have “the gift of encouragement.” …
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“In my dream the angel smiled and said, if we fail this time it will be a failure of imagination and then she gently placed the world in the palm of my hand.” – Brian Andreas, Imaginary World
Out of Time
Almost a year ago I wrote a post called Everything is Now which has been, by far, my most popular piece to date. In one of those examples of why the blogosphere can be such a great forum for idea exchange, a comment made by T.K. from Breakfast with Words made me revisit the ideas of that post in a deep new way;
“Suddenly having the entire day disappear in front of me is scary. But what if time is only a matter of perspective… of relativity”
On the one hand, I had argued in “Everything is Now” (based on genuine belief) against the existence of time as separate…
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Imagine a World of Writers
More people should write. They should write about their days and their dreams, about their hopes and their fears, about their families and their histories and their possible futures. They should write lists and poems and wild ramblings that sound like the intoxicated rantings of a idiot savant. They should tell stories, wonderful, improbable, made-up stories. They should sink or dig or dive or fall or claw their way into that place inside where the stories live, and pull them out like blunt-edged gems from deep within the living, breathing earth. They should write lies that are true and truths that uncover lies. They should weave secrets into the spaces between the words, and then give those secrets gladly to the world. For those of us bitten by the writing bug, it is near impossible (and quite terrifying)…
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