I suppose most occasional readers have wandered off to browse down other roads lately, one trick pony I’ve become since this minimum opus has overtaken me and these pages. For those few hangers-on, below, the latest version of some element of the book’s “front matter”–maybe it’s a preface, I dunno. Still sorting all that out.
Preface / Draft / What We Hold In Our Hands: a Slow Road Reader / ver 02-25-2009
The 4 a.m. excursion that has brought home these ninety-plus personal essays (and such) is an habitual armchair scavenger hunt, a kind of archeological dig or cultural anthropology field trip powered by curiosity.
It may seem an odd passion to set out daily and so early, even on weekends. It is my writer’s way of sampling the currents of the times, mine and ours.
Sorting these pieces, finding a pattern in the apparent randomness and chaos of everyday living has become a centering exercise to help me comprehend what it is that you and I together hold in our hands.
These stories and essays range as widely as do daily experience and the winds of my whimsy, worry and wonder. The collection is richly hyper-local, with accounts of living the rural life in the near habitat of home, a small dot on the map that is a microcosm of the Blue Ridge the southern Appalachian realms.
There are personal stories here, even some from and about our children, and about the action verb, aging, that I am coming to know better.
Here too, I share concerns as naturalist for the survival challenges faced by the smallest of our fellow companions that are important harbingers of our planet’s health.
We hold in our hands stories past and present, our values and beliefs, our hopes from common culture and experience and out of the same soil, water and air. We hold the fate of our children’s world and future.
This book of personal essays is a single grain of sand from a low, green mountain of human experience. It is a peculiar narrative of particular moments and dramas in one life, one family and one pleasantly-rural county and home place.
Throughout this eclectic assortment resonates a joy for living. These pages hold the subliminal hope for all of us to revisit with gratitude the shared blessings in our grasp–our here, our now, our known riches of the senses, of memory, of duty and relationship together in a common human family and story.
6 thoughts on “Front Matters”
GO AHEAD, FRED. GET THIS BOOK TOGETHER AND GET IT OUT THERE. I WILL CERTAINLY ORDER ONE. CAN’T WAIT.
TO TSUGA !!!
I think you are on to something with this new preface…It’s much easier to read and wrap my head around. Keep it up.
Yes, I like this preface, too. I’m getting anxious to get this book in my hands!
I think it works.
Keep shootin’, Fred. Yer’ doin’ good!
Yep! Quite an improvement over the first draft. It reads very nicely indeed. Congratulations!