Dillard...

She had me hooked from, "ensconed in the lap of lichen" to feeling her feeling the locked embrace with the weasel. I'm thankful her skull didn't rupture because I really enjoyed her writing. It's almost as if her writing is flowing from instinct. I had an eye-to-eye moment with a coyote back home on the lakefront a few years ago. I had just returned from Peru and went to the frozen ice to settle back into the cold and the city, when in my stillness, I realized this was no dog, this was coyote walking across the solidness of the lake seemingly straight to me, when it stopped and I could feel that I
was being watched. In all our looking, it was I that broke the stare simply by changing my feeling. Coyote just scanned and noticed my feeling had changed to fear and it decided to switch direction away from me. I often wondered how close would it have approached.
So true -the remarkable waking up of each day comes and goes. Some days it may feel as if we aren't doing anything out of the ordinary and yet as she says, "...we plunge and surface, lapse and emerge.
I appreciated her unapologetic truth in describing the great effort of detecting while being human, our minds do have the tendency of carrying off, wanting "to live forever".