sunday words: some pleasures that are final

“Yet who reads to bring about an end however desirable? Are there not some pursuits that we practice because they are good in themselves, some pleasures that are final? And is not (reading) among them? I have sometimes dreamt, at least, that when the Day of Judgment dawns and the great conquerors and lawyers and statesmen come to receive their rewards — their crowns, their laurels, their names carved indelibly upon imperishable marble — the Almighty will turn to Peter and say, not without a certain envy when He sees us coming with our books under arms, “Look, these need no reward. We have nothing to give them here. They have loved reading.”

from Virginia Woolf’s essay, “How Should One Read a Book?”

sunday words: then at dawn

…A hard time we had of it.
At the end we preferred to travel all night,
Sleeping in snatches,
With the voices singing in our ears, saying
That this was all folly.

      Then at dawn we came down to a temperate valley…

For anyone on a journey. For anyone battling the singing voices (Spiteful Gillian is the lead soprano). From T.S. Eliot’s poem “The Journey of the Magi”; whole poem here. Blessed Epiphany to those who celebrate it, and good journeying to all of you.

sunday words: if you take the stand

“Sometimes you have to endure a phase of discomfort before you learn how to be comfortable in your own skn. The majority of writers don’t have the patience for tolerating the awkwardness of learning, growing, adjustment. So they quit after they can’t sell their first effort.

If you take the stand that you’re going to do this writing gig:

–no matter what
–regardless of what others think
–until you learn it better
–every day
–until you die,

then one day, when you least expect it, you suddenly are good at this business.”

Words by Hope Clark from her Funds For Writers newsletter.

sunday words: only one thing is more frightening than speaking your truth

“Once you start to speak, people will yell at you. They will interrupt you, put you down and suggest it’s personal. And the world won’t end. And the speaking will get easier and easier. And you will find you have fallen in love with your own vision, which you may never have realized you had. And you will lose some friends and lovers, and realize you don’t miss them. And new ones will find you and cherish you. And you will still flirt and paint your nails, dress up and party, because, as I think Emma Goldman said, “If I can’t dance, I don’t want to be part of your revolution.” And at last you’ll know with surpassing certainty that only one thing is more frightening than speaking your truth. And that is not speaking.”  —Audre Lorde