The Moment After Section :: Page 4

• BLOG— A prayer for days

  By Audrey HackettMay 17, 2016

  

  The day begins with tree shadow, with bird song, with a rectangle of grey on the slanted ceiling that slowly warms to blue. The top of a spruce floats there, and the ghost of the crabapple cut down this spring.

• BLOG— The stakes of staying open

  By Audrey HackettMay 10, 2016

  

  Sometimes when a story touches on the very spots I most wish to avoid, something else occurs. Rather than fuzzing my reception, the story’s nearness to my own experience seems to open a channel for really hearing.

• BLOG— Surveying the irises

  By Audrey HackettMay 3, 2016

  

  It’s iris season again. Three years ago, I could have told you exactly where the village’s best and showiest blooms grew. Here, a look back at that 2013 “iris survey.”

• BLOG— Noticing 101

  By Audrey HackettApril 5, 2016

  

  My favorite glimpse was a blaze of forsythia growing up between two dark-clad Norway spruces. The spruces have always reminded me of a certain kind of minister or undertaker, while the yolky yellow interlude was like a kid’s laughter in a stern church.

• BLOG— The love that is the world

  By Audrey HackettMarch 22, 2016

  

  I do know that light enters at odd times. I’ve experienced it. I do know that the eye finds light — co-creates it — and so the cosmic keyhole that separated and joined the star and my eye tonight was a necessary contrivance of both.

• BLOG— It’s my birthday! (Shhh…)

  By Audrey HackettMarch 8, 2016

  

  Somehow “it’s her birthday” will be stamped on my forehead, or written in the sky with a big sky-arrow pointing down. Does this border on a sort of pleasant paranoia, a birthday persecution complex? It might.

• BLOG— Hungering to be known

  By Audrey HackettMarch 1, 2016

  

  Astronomy is a mystery to me, but the fact that the full moon sets just behind Joe’s house — that’s easy to understand. If I were the moon, traveling alone all night, I would take my rest there, too.

• BLOG— Waking up to spring

  By Audrey HackettFebruary 16, 2016

  

  It’s still February, a strange and diffident month. It’s a little scared of its own boldness, so ducks its head, like the snowdrops, and calls down the snow.

• BLOG— Feeling more free

  By Audrey HackettFebruary 9, 2016

  

  Matching my gait to my thoughts (or was it the other way around?), I realized that one part of freedom was what I was experiencing right then: the removal of arbitrary constraints.

• BLOG— Remnant and portent

  By Audrey HackettFebruary 2, 2016

  

  A winter garden holds as much spring as spring itself, the way the pause before speech holds as much speech as the flow of words that follows.