daysbetweendays.blogspot.com
the sky as infinite grace: 10/1/07 - 11/1/07
http://daysbetweendays.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html
The sky as infinite grace. Some days I felt and urgent responsibility to each change of light outside the sunporch windows. Who would remember any of it, any of this our time, and the wind thrashing in the buckeye limbs outside? Somebody had to do it, somebody had to hang onto the days with teeth and fists, or the whole show had been in vain. That it was impossible never entered my reckoning, For work, for a task, I had never heard that word. -Annie Dillard. The sky as infinite grace*. Leaves are blowing...
daysbetweendays.blogspot.com
the sky as infinite grace
http://daysbetweendays.blogspot.com/2011/02/normal-0-false-false-false-en-us-zh-cn.html
The sky as infinite grace. Some days I felt and urgent responsibility to each change of light outside the sunporch windows. Who would remember any of it, any of this our time, and the wind thrashing in the buckeye limbs outside? Somebody had to do it, somebody had to hang onto the days with teeth and fists, or the whole show had been in vain. That it was impossible never entered my reckoning, For work, for a task, I had never heard that word. -Annie Dillard. The conflict then was that of play— oh p...
daysbetweendays.blogspot.com
the sky as infinite grace: (because I've started getting up early)
http://daysbetweendays.blogspot.com/2011/01/because-ive-started-getting-up-early.html
The sky as infinite grace. Some days I felt and urgent responsibility to each change of light outside the sunporch windows. Who would remember any of it, any of this our time, and the wind thrashing in the buckeye limbs outside? Somebody had to do it, somebody had to hang onto the days with teeth and fists, or the whole show had been in vain. That it was impossible never entered my reckoning, For work, for a task, I had never heard that word. -Annie Dillard. Because I've started getting up early).
daysbetweendays.blogspot.com
the sky as infinite grace: 11/1/07 - 12/1/07
http://daysbetweendays.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html
The sky as infinite grace. Some days I felt and urgent responsibility to each change of light outside the sunporch windows. Who would remember any of it, any of this our time, and the wind thrashing in the buckeye limbs outside? Somebody had to do it, somebody had to hang onto the days with teeth and fists, or the whole show had been in vain. That it was impossible never entered my reckoning, For work, for a task, I had never heard that word. -Annie Dillard. The genius of the age is that of journalism.
daysbetweendays.blogspot.com
the sky as infinite grace: 3/1/08 - 4/1/08
http://daysbetweendays.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html
The sky as infinite grace. Some days I felt and urgent responsibility to each change of light outside the sunporch windows. Who would remember any of it, any of this our time, and the wind thrashing in the buckeye limbs outside? Somebody had to do it, somebody had to hang onto the days with teeth and fists, or the whole show had been in vain. That it was impossible never entered my reckoning, For work, for a task, I had never heard that word. -Annie Dillard. There is also a smokestack in a valley. Be...
daysbetweendays.blogspot.com
the sky as infinite grace: 1/1/08 - 2/1/08
http://daysbetweendays.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html
The sky as infinite grace. Some days I felt and urgent responsibility to each change of light outside the sunporch windows. Who would remember any of it, any of this our time, and the wind thrashing in the buckeye limbs outside? Somebody had to do it, somebody had to hang onto the days with teeth and fists, or the whole show had been in vain. That it was impossible never entered my reckoning, For work, for a task, I had never heard that word. -Annie Dillard. Evelyn Waugh, Scoop. In front of the fire, fee...
daysbetweendays.blogspot.com
the sky as infinite grace: 9/1/07 - 10/1/07
http://daysbetweendays.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html
The sky as infinite grace. Some days I felt and urgent responsibility to each change of light outside the sunporch windows. Who would remember any of it, any of this our time, and the wind thrashing in the buckeye limbs outside? Somebody had to do it, somebody had to hang onto the days with teeth and fists, or the whole show had been in vain. That it was impossible never entered my reckoning, For work, for a task, I had never heard that word. -Annie Dillard. I implied, when I was foolish and naive. But t...
daysbetweendays.blogspot.com
the sky as infinite grace: 6/1/08 - 7/1/08
http://daysbetweendays.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html
The sky as infinite grace. Some days I felt and urgent responsibility to each change of light outside the sunporch windows. Who would remember any of it, any of this our time, and the wind thrashing in the buckeye limbs outside? Somebody had to do it, somebody had to hang onto the days with teeth and fists, or the whole show had been in vain. That it was impossible never entered my reckoning, For work, for a task, I had never heard that word. -Annie Dillard. The grey doves roosted beneath the eves of a t...
daysbetweendays.blogspot.com
the sky as infinite grace: 4/1/08 - 5/1/08
http://daysbetweendays.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html
The sky as infinite grace. Some days I felt and urgent responsibility to each change of light outside the sunporch windows. Who would remember any of it, any of this our time, and the wind thrashing in the buckeye limbs outside? Somebody had to do it, somebody had to hang onto the days with teeth and fists, or the whole show had been in vain. That it was impossible never entered my reckoning, For work, for a task, I had never heard that word. -Annie Dillard. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
daysbetweendays.blogspot.com
the sky as infinite grace: 12/1/10 - 1/1/11
http://daysbetweendays.blogspot.com/2010_12_01_archive.html
The sky as infinite grace. Some days I felt and urgent responsibility to each change of light outside the sunporch windows. Who would remember any of it, any of this our time, and the wind thrashing in the buckeye limbs outside? Somebody had to do it, somebody had to hang onto the days with teeth and fists, or the whole show had been in vain. That it was impossible never entered my reckoning, For work, for a task, I had never heard that word. -Annie Dillard. Reading God With Us. At Mawney Street, 2009).
