
Be Still and Look
One February morning I wrote in my journal, “I just saw the sun come up over the mountains by watching the light gradually fill my kitchen…and that’s how I know that God watches over the earth and me.” I have Annie Dillard to thank, at least in part, for my eyes being open to that sunrise. Anyone who has read Pilgrim at Tinker Creek knows of Dillard’s gift for noticing and describing the wonders and perplexities of the natural world.