Daylilies

beautiful, remarkable, ephemeral

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When I write, grammar is my enemy; the materials of my craft come at me in a succession of emergencies in which my feelings are ambivalent; I do not have any commitments, just opportunities. Not the learning of methods, not the broadening of culture, not even the preserving of civilization (there may be greater things than civilizations), but a kind of dizzying struggle with the Now-ness of experience, that is my involvement in writing.
William Stafford, from the title essay in Writing the Australian Crawl: Views on the Writer’s Vocation

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Today’s gratefuls: For some sun, finally; a coworker’s gentleness; the perpetual good nature of the woman in the office mail room; the smells and tastes and chopping therapy of cooking; the pleasure of a cleared counter and the anticipation of waking to it tomorrow; a deep nighttime quiet now; a friend’s abiding presence.

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However the cultural winds are blowing, I believe that the task for artists of faith is the same as it has always been. Whether or not the culture accepts their work, their job is to reject the false and seek the true; to shun sentiment and formulaic happy endings in favor of passion and surprise.
Kathleen Norris in the 25th anniversary issue of Image

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Last night’s spinach harvest was the best flavor in this morning’s breakfast.

Last night’s spinach harvest was the best flavor in this morning’s breakfast.