A friend said I must read Donald Hall's book, String Too Short to be Saved. It arrived today and I opened to these words.
A man was cleaning the attic of an old house in New England and he found a box which was full of tiny pieces of string. On the lid of the box there was an inscription in an old hand: "String too short to be saved."
It feels like a Zen koan. I reflect.
I am also with the grace of two books. Both, I highly recommend.
Anthony Doerr: All the Light We Cannot See.
Jeff Blake: More Travels on Grace Street: A Sequel to Travels on Grace Street.
It is a time to honor these travels we share, and all we do not see.