With a little hindsight and grace

Helen Garner writes to her childhood nemesis in yesterday's paper. (H/T Nicole for the link, though I would tip that honour more in the direction of writers like Marilynne Robinson myself.)

I also liked this little lesson from nature over at the The Plume. It's a long sort of bow to draw, but I like it. It's a different kind of writing you'll find over there, but she writes with grace and beauty, and for that I have time:

Owls. Owls go out into the night and bring back nourishment for themselves and others. I want to live that way. I want to always go out into the darkness and find something bright to grow the spirit of myself and others, no matter what. There must be light, soul food, bright truth in every single life lesson, if this isn’t true, there’s no point to hardship and heartbreak.