June 03, 2003

My Cup Runneth Over

What can I say about my 'writing conference' after only the first day? This futility would be of no more use than predicting the last paragraph of the last chapter in a complex book after reading the dust jacket. Who are these strangers and will we know more than names with faces when the two weeks are done; and will we, will I, have any better sense of what or how or where to write than I do now in my isolation from almost everything but Nature and God in my green hermetic retreat in Floyd County? I cannot help but travel hopefully after our first three hours together, because already, I've been reunited with old friends I had somehow forgotten in years apart: Authors, books and ideas.

It is the world of ideas that woke me in the middle of the night... the tiny window of thought opened this first day of class by the recollection of books read in my former life (before my pragmatic choice to become a technician of joints and muscles). Thoreau, Dickenson, Whitman; Mortimer Adler, Ernst Becker, Arthur Koestler, Wendell Berry, Rudolph Otto's Idea of the Holy; and on and on... in our wide-ranging introduction to the world of words. It is more than I can bear. It feels like coming home, even among strangers who may yet become my friends if only because they too feel this same gratitude... that we are made to share the mind of God by our naming of things.

"I see, smell, taste, hear, feel that everlasting Something to which we are allied, at once our maker, our abode, our destiny, our very Selves; the one historic truth, the most remarkable fact which can become the distinct and uninvited subject of our thought, the actual glory of the universe; the only fact which a human being cannot avoid recognizing, or in some way forget to dispense with". -- H.D. Thoreau

I can't predict the last paragraph, two weeks from now. But know I will enjoy turning the pages to the end. I'll read aloud, here, when I am able.

Posted by fred1st at June 3, 2003 06:26 AM | TrackBack
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"... made to share the mind of God by our naming of things": I hope you expand on this, Fred, in your written musings in the days ahead. Here's some cheering from the sidelines.

Posted by: Pica at June 3, 2003 07:54 AM

Wow. That's inspirational. Here's to reunions with first loves...

Posted by: Prentiss Riddle at June 3, 2003 09:55 AM

There is something wonderful about rediscovering words like rediscovering a zest for life, we are reborn on the pages of thought.

Posted by: Alexandra at June 3, 2003 10:45 AM

Fred, I'm so glad you are doing this! I know that "coming home" feeling and it's wonderful.

Posted by: beth at June 3, 2003 06:11 PM

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