01 May The Sacrality of a Moment
Years ago I read an essay by Annie Dillard in the Atlantic. I wish I could remember the title, the date. But the point is one of her lines (and Dillard's essays were always poetic) has stayed with me all these years. The line went something like this: I felt like a bell just before it is struck. She was standing in a field--a simple act--when she experienced seeing in a new way. When I first read this line I immediately flashed to a collection of small bells,...