it is one of the greatest feelings known to humans, the feeling of being the host, of hosting people, of being the person to whom they come for food and drink and company. this is what the writer has to offer.

anne lamott, bird by bird

and lot’s wife, of course, was told not to look back where all those people and their homes had been. but she did look back, and i love her for that, because it was so human. so she was turned into a pillar of salt. so it goes.

kurt vonnegut, slaughterhouse five

mostly things are not that way, that simple and pure, with so much focus given to each syllable of life as it sings itself. but that kind of attention is the prize. to be engrossed by something outside ourselves is a powerful antidote for the rational mind, the mind that so frequently has its head up its own ass - seeing things in such a narrow and darkly narcissistic way that it presents a colo-rectal theology, offering hope to no one.

anne lamott, bird by bird