Back in the Day, Christmas time 1994
Every Wednesday I am to send an e-mail to the four people who are in my spirit group (see here). The first week I turned to a long favorite quote by Buechner. The second week I turned to a verse of scripture that jumped out at me a few days earlier. But, I had no plan and Wednesday was slipping away, so I grabbed Annie Dillard's A Pilgrim at Tinker Creek and found this:
"My God. I look at the Creek"
By 1994 Mosaic Woman and I had ventured through our years in Massachusetts and Oregon. We were living in Illinois and came home to Pennsylvania for Christmas. I took my young nephew for a walk that I had made often as a teenager. We ended up at the East Branch of the Monocacy Creek. I love flowing water.
We need to keep in touch with what we love and over the years I have visited many a place where water runs. My visits these days are too far apart.
I made a list of hopes for 2011. Let me add another. I want to stand and look down at light bouncing off dancing water molecules and say:
"My God. I look at the Creek"
We need to keep in touch with what we love and over the years I have visited many a place where water runs. My visits these days are too far apart.
I made a list of hopes for 2011. Let me add another. I want to stand and look down at light bouncing off dancing water molecules and say:
"My God. I look at the Creek"
I love Annie Dillard. God. Water. Light.
ReplyDeleteI, too, love Annie Dillard from almost any perspective she writes. Buechner is just as good, though, in his approach to things. The connection, I suppost, is in a heart seeking Him and can be found by a creek, on a hillside, in a book, talking with a friend....
ReplyDeleteMichelle and Jim--- thanks for the visit. I hope some of my newer blog friends stick around for the ride like you have.
ReplyDeleteLove the quote and Annie Dillard, too. Wonderful feel!
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