Loved this memoir: soft, slow, diaristic, grounded. And didn't expect to feel so moved by the author's meditations on faith. I will be keeping my eye on Autofocus Books!
"I don't know what to say about myself. My dimensions have already disappeared because I am so tired and focused on the immediate. All these ideas about my inner life are coming up short, which I knew they would, and which I wanted to be wise enough not to worry about."
"It seems shameful to strive to be different than you are, like you're condemning others by changing yourself. Such is Midwestern psychology."
"I waited on the steps for him this morning and got nervous, a first day of school anxiety. The changes to the schedule reminded me that this season is going to end and things will have to be different again (and again and again!). I keep trying to remember this when I'm exhausted or miserable–how much I'll miss it one day, how it'll look so much better when it becomes a memory."
"While harvesting kale alone at sunrise, I felt happier than I ever had in my life.
It came out of nowhere, pushing up to my sternum; I wasn't afraid of it leaving, but I wondered what would make it go. I stood there watching the pink sky rip itself into orange, my legs already wet with cold dew, and observed the feeling.
I rarely experience active happiness or any other extreme, just this general level of being that drifts in one direction or the other. No switch has flipped. Still, there are two worlds now, the one I live in and the one I think about. Maybe the first one is getting stronger."
"Funny also how the car itself makes me feel like someone different, like the type of person who would have an old pea-green sedan, whatever that means. There are so many people to be and so many of them take shape around the boundaries of physical things, this car or that haircut."