Yann Martel on fear
Yann Martel: “I must say a word about fear. It is life’s only true opponent… It is a clever, treacherous adversary, how well I know.”
Yann Martel: “I must say a word about fear. It is life’s only true opponent… It is a clever, treacherous adversary, how well I know.”
Sadness lies abed of a morning with a question mark, and anger turns the viewpoint red, tips over tables, but fear sits in the corners…
There is apple pie in the sunshine with apples from our own tree, and there is the radiant face of a child buried in corn.
What I lack in a history of sexual sin I make up for in a thousand other ways, as named here. I am greatly in need of grace.
We have been walking through difficult things this summer. His words feel redemptive, protective, perfect to me.
We do not want to be apart. For each member of our family, including him, this is the hardest part of our sacrifice. We love him, and he loves us.
I went to a Supper to taste the Christ, I was so hungry for him. So very hungry after months of vacuity, and when I received the bread he was suddenly there, in me.
With friends and needy and grieving and isolated and savoring, I went creative: the paintbrush and the hammer and the string making patterns I could follow.
Life is about walking together toward Good. But if it had been up to me to go out and find a mentor, I might still be looking.
Change comes slowly, and is shy of being quantified. It took a lot of time, a lot of living, just to heal. My depression is seasonal, but it was getting worse. I wasn’t getting back my zest for life in between. In the summer times I didn’t ponder taking my life, but I would always […]