“Instructions for living a life:
Pay attention.
Be astonished.
Tell about it.”
- Mary Oliver, "Sometimes”
(Red Bird, Beacon Press, 2008)
Some Favorites
It’s a gift, and a mystery that requires imagination, to love a place and feel that it loves you back the way a dog might. ... Yet there’s some undeniable reciprocation… a secret, sacred empathy…
...we must find a balance between that gratitude for what we have and that greed for more of it. To somehow be both satisfied and searching, to reconcile our gifts against our hunger. (Rough #2)
On March 31, 2016 (a year ago today) Leon Lutz and I did an all-night drive down to Frozen Head State Park in eastern Tennessee to attend the annual running of a once-obscure ultra-running event called the Barkley Marathons. Leon was working on a feature for Ultrarunning Magazine, covering the Barkley experience from the perspective of five participants, and I was along to get some photos to go with his story. The result…
Sometimes I need to restore my faith in the basic soundness of our species, because sometimes I see and hear too much that takes me in the opposite direction. So I watch for examples of our better nature. I look for displays of people at their best, in moments of earnest engagement when they are so involved in doing something they love that they forget to pose, when they lower their defenses and let go of their cynicism and sarcasm and pretension and become pure.
I hope you are all well, and I wish you happy holidays. It’s a most unusual season for me… mobilized for Op Iraqi Freedom. … You may not find the usual levity in this year’s letter — it just doesn’t feel appropriate right now. But maybe I can bring it around to something positive by the end. Please bear with me — the theme is paradox.
I crave the solitude of running alone, the private battles and private joy. But two years ago I became a father, and solitude became scarce. It also became less important, because my son is now my running partner.
Put as much of the mundanity of your life on autopilot as possible. Reserve your energy, your focus, your enthusiasm, for the good parts.
Wars, separation, pandemics, elections, life, death… I run my way through all of it. Why?
...we began to think it was inevitable... Fascism is real, George Orwell was a prophet, and maybe the primacy of democracy and human rights isn’t inevitable.
I could view each week as one 5,000th of my life. Or to add more sense of practical urgency, I could view each week as roughly one 2,000th of the time I have left…
We just had a flash rain storm, and now the sun has come out and the bare branches of the trees behind the house are glistening as if they were coated with ice.
You can do this. It isn’t pleasant, it might even be hard, but it will be alright.