Found Poems, in my mailbox
Yesterday I received a small, unexpected package in the mail. I was confused to see the return address was for Annie Dillard. The only Annie Dillard I know is “Annie Dillard the author of Pilgrim at Tinker Creek and other fabulous things”. And, by know I mean I know of her. I have been reading her writings since I was 14 or 15 years old. I can easily remember the first essay I read by Annie Dillard – it was a sunny afternoon at MACC practice with my friends and Mrs. Wood, one of the most influential teachers I have ever had. I still feel excitement as I think about the incredible details and descriptions we poured ourselves over that afternoon. Flooded with those memories, I quickly opened the package to find Mornings Like This, Found Poems, by Annie Dillard, a book that has been sitting on my Amazon Wish List. Inside, I found a short note saying, “For Alicia Farrell, From Annie Dillard”. I have no idea why or how Annie Dillard sent me this book, but I am grateful for the gift. I am grateful for the memories it has brought to the front of my mind, memories that inspire me to be creative and give myself to the writing life.
[...] Stori fach neis des i ar ei thraws wrth Gwglo Pilgrim at Tinker Creek gan Annie Dillard: Yesterday I received a small, unexpected package in the mail. I was confused to see the return address was for Annie Dillard. The only Annie Dillard I know is “Annie Dillard the author of Pilgrim at Tinker Creek and other fabulous things”. [..] Inside, I found a short note saying, “For Alicia Farrell, From Annie Dillard”. I have no idea why or how Annie Dillard sent me this book, but I am grateful for the gift. [...]
What a great story.
(Quickly adds lots of Annie Dillard books to his Wishlist.)