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“This is the story of my life, that while I lived it weighed upon me and pressed against me and filled all my senses to overflowing and now is like a dream dreamed.”

There aren’t too many writers out there that can offer such a sense of peace to my entire being while reading. Wendell Berry’s words are like that soothing cold cloth that was laid upon your forehead by a loved one when you were a young child. That dish of ice cream to ease a sore throat. The little comforts of a bedroom and the caretaker’s gentle hands are what stay with you even more than the sickness and fever that overwhelmed you at the time. That’s how I felt while reading this beautiful novel. My anxieties were laid to rest. With a bit of luck, what I recall later will not be the worries that have surrounded us but the feelings of togetherness with even just a few people that have made it all worthwhile.

“If you were bred to the plains or the seashore or the mountains, maybe you wouldn’t enjoy it here. But if the Port William neighborhood looks at all like home to you, then you may think this a pleasant place, or even moving and beautiful. It surely is a place like no other.”

I’ve been to Port William while holding Wendell Berry’s tender hand several times now. It does indeed feel like home to me. It’s a small town that exists like a real place and these characters more ‘real’ than some people I see about me each day. If I could pack my bags and go, I’d head there right now. Port William is likened to a “membership”, a community that welcomes you into it should you be inclined to get to know it and become a true part of it. It’s not for those that like to live in the fast lane. It’s not for those that steer away from the intimacies of real friendships and love. It is a place where you can go to heal and make a life among those that revere simpler times and basic human needs. It is not a place where only good things happen – no such fantasies exist. There will be grief and sorrow to overcome. Life comes and passes as it does anywhere else. But I believe one can truly feel alive here. You finally comprehend what it means to live and love.

“But grief is not a force and has no power to hold. You only bear it. Love is what carries you, for it is always there, even in the dark, or most in the dark, but shining out at times like gold stitches in a piece of embroidery.”

This is Hannah Coulter’s story. If you’ve not read Berry’s writing before, then I will tell you that you don’t need to read his books in any particular order. Each will highlight a different member of the community, but will also pull in others that you will come to recognize as old friends. This is a story of Hannah’s life, first deprived of a mother as hers died while she was just twelve years old. Hannah’s grandmother then becomes a mother to her, offering her the love that a stepmother refused to share. And what a lifesaver this grandmother proved to be – she’s a truly wonderful human being! I knew right from the start this one was going to break my heart, not from sadness but from the beauty of love freely and selflessly given.

“And Grandmam, as I have seen in looking back, was the decider of my fate. She shaped my life, without of course knowing what my life would be… I was a piece of soft clay. I couldn’t be that way for long, but while I was she was determined to mold me into something that could stay alive.”

This is also the story of Hannah’s two marriages and her life as a mother and grandmother. I found myself nodding, weeping, and pausing many times throughout in order to just sit and think. Children grow up and move away, losing interest in taking over the responsibilities of a farming life. Life has its share of burdens and one learns to get through them as best he or she can with the support of those that care deeply for one another. What I take away the most from Berry’s novels is the theme of love – how if you open up your heart, there always seems to be room for more. It may come and go, there are heartaches and loss, but it’s always there waiting for us as a gift to both give and receive if only we allow it. If you are in need of a respite for your soul (and who isn’t these days?!), please don’t put off reading Wendell Berry any longer.

“Sometimes too I could see that love is a great room with a lot of doors, where we are invited to knock and come in. Though it contains all the world, the sun, moon, and stars, it is so small as to be also in our hearts. It is in the hearts of those who choose to come in. Some do not come in. Some may stay out forever. Some come in together and leave separately. Some come in and stay, until they die, and after.”

“Time doesn’t stop. Your life doesn’t stop and wait until you get ready to start living it.”

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“but grief is not a force and has no power to hold. you only bear it. love is what carries you, for it is always there, even in the dark, or most in the dark, but shining out at times like gold stitches in a piece of embroidery.”

this is hannah coulter’s story. if you’ve not read berry’s writing before, then i will tell you that you don’t need to read his books in any particular order. each will highlight a different member of the community, but will also pull in others that you will come to recognize as old friends. this is a story of hannah’s life, first deprived of a mother as hers died while she was just twelve years old. hannah’s grandmother then becomes a mother to her, offering her the love that a stepmother refused to share. and what a lifesaver this grandmother proved to be – she’s a truly wonderful human being! i knew right from the start this one was going to break my heart, not from sadness but from the beauty of love freely and selflessly given.

“and grandmam, as i have seen in looking back, was the decider of my fate. she shaped my life, without of course knowing what my life would be… i was a piece of soft clay. i couldn’t be that way for long, but while i was she was determined to mold me into something that could stay alive.”

this is also the story of hannah’s two marriages and her life as a mother and grandmother. i found myself nodding, weeping, and pausing many times throughout in order to just sit and think. children grow up and move away, losing interest in taking over the responsibilities of a farming life. life has its share of burdens and one learns to get through them as best he or she can with the support of those that care deeply for one another. what i take away the most from berry’s novels is the theme of love – how if you open up your heart, there always seems to be room for more. it may come and go, there are heartaches and loss, but it’s always there waiting for us as a gift to both give and receive if only we allow it. if you are in need of a respite for your soul (and who isn’t these days?!), please don’t put off reading wendell berry any longer.

“sometimes too i could see that love is a great room with a lot of doors, where we are invited to knock and come in. though it contains all the world, the sun, moon, and stars, it is so small as to be also in our hearts. it is in the hearts of those who choose to come in. some do not come in. some may stay out forever. some come in together and leave separately. some come in and stay, until they die, and after.”

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“if you were bred to the plains or the seashore or the mountains, maybe you wouldn’t enjoy it here. but if the port william neighborhood looks at all like home to you, then you may think this a pleasant place, or even moving and beautiful. it surely is a place like no other.”

i’ve been to port william while holding wendell berry’s tender hand several times now. it does indeed feel like home to me. it’s a small town that exists like a real place and these characters more ‘real’ than some people i see about me each day. if i could pack my bags and go, i’d head there right now. port william is likened to a “membership”, a community that welcomes you into it should you be inclined to get to know it and become a true part of it. it’s not for those that like to live in the fast lane. it’s not for those that steer away from the intimacies of real friendships and love. it is a place where you can go to heal and make a life among those that revere simpler times and basic human needs. it is not a place where only good things happen – no such fantasies exist. there will be grief and sorrow to overcome. life comes and passes as it does anywhere else. but i believe one can truly feel alive here. you finally comprehend what it means to live and love.

“but grief is not a force and has no power to hold. you only bear it. love is what carries you, for it is always there, even in the dark, or most in the dark, but shining out at times like gold stitches in a piece of embroidery.”

this is hannah coulter’s story. if you’ve not read berry’s writing before, then i will tell you that you don’t need to read his books in any particular order. each will highlight a different member of the community, but will also pull in others that you will come to recognize as old friends. this is a story of hannah’s life, first deprived of a mother as hers died while she was just twelve years old. hannah’s grandmother then becomes a mother to her, offering her the love that a stepmother refused to share. and what a lifesaver this grandmother proved to be – she’s a truly wonderful human being! i knew right from the start this one was going to break my heart, not from sadness but from the beauty of love freely and selflessly given.

“and grandmam, as i have seen in looking back, was the decider of my fate. she shaped my life, without of course knowing what my life would be… i was a piece of soft clay. i couldn’t be that way for long, but while i was she was determined to mold me into something that could stay alive.”

this is also the story of hannah’s two marriages and her life as a mother and grandmother. i found myself nodding, weeping, and pausing many times throughout in order to just sit and think. children grow up and move away, losing interest in taking over the responsibilities of a farming life. life has its share of burdens and one learns to get through them as best he or she can with the support of those that care deeply for one another. what i take away the most from berry’s novels is the theme of love – how if you open up your heart, there always seems to be room for more. it may come and go, there are heartaches and loss, but it’s always there waiting for us as a gift to both give and receive if only we allow it. if you are in need of a respite for your soul (and who isn’t these days?!), please don’t put off reading wendell berry any longer.

“sometimes too i could see that love is a great room with a lot of doors, where we are invited to knock and come in. though it contains all the world, the sun, moon, and stars, it is so small as to be also in our hearts. it is in the hearts of those who choose to come in. some do not come in. some may stay out forever. some come in together and leave separately. some come in and stay, until they die, and after.”

“time doesn’t stop. your life doesn’t stop and wait until you get ready to start living it.” the mix of everything! “this is the story of my life, that while i lived it weighed upon me and pressed against me and filled all my senses to overflowing and now is like a dream dreamed.”

there aren’t too many writers out there that can offer such a sense of peace to my entire being while reading. wendell berry’s words are like that soothing cold cloth that was laid upon your forehead by a loved one when you were a young child. that dish of ice cream to ease a sore throat. the little comforts of a bedroom and the caretaker’s gentle hands are what stay with you even more than the sickness and fever that overwhelmed you at the time. that’s how i felt while reading this beautiful novel. my anxieties were laid to rest. with a bit of luck, what i recall later will not be the worries that have surrounded us but the feelings of togetherness with even just a few people that have made it all worthwhile.

“if you were bred to the plains or the seashore or the mountains, maybe you wouldn’t enjoy it here. but if the port william neighborhood looks at all like home to you, then you may think this a pleasant place, or even moving and beautiful. it surely is a place like no other.”

i’ve been to port william while holding wendell berry’s tender hand several times now. it does indeed feel like home to me. it’s a small town that exists like a real place and these characters more ‘real’ than some people i see about me each day. if i could pack my bags and go, i’d head there right now. port william is likened to a “membership”, a community that welcomes you into it should you be inclined to get to know it and become a true part of it. it’s not for those that like to live in the fast lane. it’s not for those that steer away from the intimacies of real friendships and love. it is a place where you can go to heal and make a life among those that revere simpler times and basic human needs. it is not a place where only good things happen – no such fantasies exist. there will be grief and sorrow to overcome. life comes and passes as it does anywhere else. but i believe one can truly feel alive here. you finally comprehend what it means to live and love.

“but grief is not a force and has no power to hold. you only bear it. love is what carries you, for it is always there, even in the dark, or most in the dark, but shining out at times like gold stitches in a piece of embroidery.”

this is hannah coulter’s story. if you’ve not read berry’s writing before, then i will tell you that you don’t need to read his books in any particular order. each will highlight a different member of the community, but will also pull in others that you will come to recognize as old friends. this is a story of hannah’s life, first deprived of a mother as hers died while she was just twelve years old. hannah’s grandmother then becomes a mother to her, offering her the love that a stepmother refused to share. and what a lifesaver this grandmother proved to be – she’s a truly wonderful human being! i knew right from the start this one was going to break my heart, not from sadness but from the beauty of love freely and selflessly given.

“and grandmam, as i have seen in looking back, was the decider of my fate. she shaped my life, without of course knowing what my life would be… i was a piece of soft clay. i couldn’t be that way for long, but while i was she was determined to mold me into something that could stay alive.”

this is also the story of hannah’s two marriages and her life as a mother and grandmother. i found myself nodding, weeping, and pausing many times throughout in order to just sit and think. children grow up and move away, losing interest in taking over the responsibilities of a farming life. life has its share of burdens and one learns to get through them as best he or she can with the support of those that care deeply for one another. what i take away the most from berry’s novels is the theme of love – how if you open up your heart, there always seems to be room for more. it may come and go, there are heartaches and loss, but it’s always there waiting for us as a gift to both give and receive if only we allow it. if you are in need of a respite for your soul (and who isn’t these days?!), please don’t put off reading wendell berry any longer.

“sometimes too i could see that love is a great room with a lot of doors, where we are invited to knock and come in. though it contains all the world, the sun, moon, and stars, it is so small as to be also in our hearts. it is in the hearts of those who choose to come in. some do not come in. some may stay out forever. some come in together and leave separately. some come in and stay, until they die, and after.”

“time doesn’t stop. your life doesn’t stop and wait until you get ready to start living it.”
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there aren’t too many writers out there that can offer such a sense of peace to my entire being while reading. wendell berry’s words are like that soothing cold cloth that was laid upon your forehead by a loved one when you were a young child. that dish of ice cream to ease a sore throat. the little comforts of a bedroom and the caretaker’s gentle hands are what stay with you even more than the sickness and fever that overwhelmed you at the time. that’s how i felt while reading this beautiful novel. my anxieties were laid to rest. with a bit of luck, what i recall later will not be the worries that have surrounded us but the feelings of togetherness with even just a few people that have made it all worthwhile.

“if you were bred to the plains or the seashore or the mountains, maybe you wouldn’t enjoy it here. but if the port william neighborhood looks at all like home to you, then you may think this a pleasant place, or even moving and beautiful. it surely is a place like no other.”

i’ve been to port william while holding wendell berry’s tender hand several times now. it does indeed feel like home to me. it’s a small town that exists like a real place and these characters more ‘real’ than some people i see about me each day. if i could pack my bags and go, i’d head there right now. port william is likened to a “membership”, a community that welcomes you into it should you be inclined to get to know it and become a true part of it. it’s not for those that like to live in the fast lane. it’s not for those that steer away from the intimacies of real friendships and love. it is a place where you can go to heal and make a life among those that revere simpler times and basic human needs. it is not a place where only good things happen – no such fantasies exist. there will be grief and sorrow to overcome. life comes and passes as it does anywhere else. but i believe one can truly feel alive here. you finally comprehend what it means to live and love.

“but grief is not a force and has no power to hold. you only bear it. love is what carries you, for it is always there, even in the dark, or most in the dark, but shining out at times like gold stitches in a piece of embroidery.”

this is hannah coulter’s story. if you’ve not read berry’s writing before, then i will tell you that you don’t need to read his books in any particular order. each will highlight a different member of the community, but will also pull in others that you will come to recognize as old friends. this is a story of hannah’s life, first deprived of a mother as hers died while she was just twelve years old. hannah’s grandmother then becomes a mother to her, offering her the love that a stepmother refused to share. and what a lifesaver this grandmother proved to be – she’s a truly wonderful human being! i knew right from the start this one was going to break my heart, not from sadness but from the beauty of love freely and selflessly given.

“and grandmam, as i have seen in looking back, was the decider of my fate. she shaped my life, without of course knowing what my life would be… i was a piece of soft clay. i couldn’t be that way for long, but while i was she was determined to mold me into something that could stay alive.”

this is also the story of hannah’s two marriages and her life as a mother and grandmother. i found myself nodding, weeping, and pausing many times throughout in order to just sit and think. children grow up and move away, losing interest in taking over the responsibilities of a farming life. life has its share of burdens and one learns to get through them as best he or she can with the support of those that care deeply for one another. what i take away the most from berry’s novels is the theme of love – how if you open up your heart, there always seems to be room for more. it may come and go, there are heartaches and loss, but it’s always there waiting for us as a gift to both give and receive if only we allow it. if you are in need of a respite for your soul (and who isn’t these days?!), please don’t put off reading wendell berry any longer.

“sometimes too i could see that love is a great room with a lot of doors, where we are invited to knock and come in. though it contains all the world, the sun, moon, and stars, it is so small as to be also in our hearts. it is in the hearts of those who choose to come in. some do not come in. some may stay out forever. some come in together and leave separately. some come in and stay, until they die, and after.”

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there aren’t too many writers out there that can offer such a sense of peace to my entire being while reading. wendell berry’s words are like that soothing cold cloth that was laid upon your forehead by a loved one when you were a young child. that dish of ice cream to ease a sore throat. the little comforts of a bedroom and the caretaker’s gentle hands are what stay with you even more than the sickness and fever that overwhelmed you at the time. that’s how i felt while reading this beautiful novel. my anxieties were laid to rest. with a bit of luck, what i recall later will not be the worries that have surrounded us but the feelings of togetherness with even just a few people that have made it all worthwhile.

“if you were bred to the plains or the seashore or the mountains, maybe you wouldn’t enjoy it here. but if the port william neighborhood looks at all like home to you, then you may think this a pleasant place, or even moving and beautiful. it surely is a place like no other.”

i’ve been to port william while holding wendell berry’s tender hand several times now. it does indeed feel like home to me. it’s a small town that exists like a real place and these characters more ‘real’ than some people i see about me each day. if i could pack my bags and go, i’d head there right now. port william is likened to a “membership”, a community that welcomes you into it should you be inclined to get to know it and become a true part of it. it’s not for those that like to live in the fast lane. it’s not for those that steer away from the intimacies of real friendships and love. it is a place where you can go to heal and make a life among those that revere simpler times and basic human needs. it is not a place where only good things happen – no such fantasies exist. there will be grief and sorrow to overcome. life comes and passes as it does anywhere else. but i believe one can truly feel alive here. you finally comprehend what it means to live and love.

“but grief is not a force and has no power to hold. you only bear it. love is what carries you, for it is always there, even in the dark, or most in the dark, but shining out at times like gold stitches in a piece of embroidery.”

this is hannah coulter’s story. if you’ve not read berry’s writing before, then i will tell you that you don’t need to read his books in any particular order. each will highlight a different member of the community, but will also pull in others that you will come to recognize as old friends. this is a story of hannah’s life, first deprived of a mother as hers died while she was just twelve years old. hannah’s grandmother then becomes a mother to her, offering her the love that a stepmother refused to share. and what a lifesaver this grandmother proved to be – she’s a truly wonderful human being! i knew right from the start this one was going to break my heart, not from sadness but from the beauty of love freely and selflessly given.

“and grandmam, as i have seen in looking back, was the decider of my fate. she shaped my life, without of course knowing what my life would be… i was a piece of soft clay. i couldn’t be that way for long, but while i was she was determined to mold me into something that could stay alive.”

this is also the story of hannah’s two marriages and her life as a mother and grandmother. i found myself nodding, weeping, and pausing many times throughout in order to just sit and think. children grow up and move away, losing interest in taking over the responsibilities of a farming life. life has its share of burdens and one learns to get through them as best he or she can with the support of those that care deeply for one another. what i take away the most from berry’s novels is the theme of love – how if you open up your heart, there always seems to be room for more. it may come and go, there are heartaches and loss, but it’s always there waiting for us as a gift to both give and receive if only we allow it. if you are in need of a respite for your soul (and who isn’t these days?!), please don’t put off reading wendell berry any longer.

“sometimes too i could see that love is a great room with a lot of doors, where we are invited to knock and come in. though it contains all the world, the sun, moon, and stars, it is so small as to be also in our hearts. it is in the hearts of those who choose to come in. some do not come in. some may stay out forever. some come in together and leave separately. some come in and stay, until they die, and after.”

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there aren’t too many writers out there that can offer such a sense of peace to my entire being while reading. wendell berry’s words are like that soothing cold cloth that was laid upon your forehead by a loved one when you were a young child. that dish of ice cream to ease a sore throat. the little comforts of a bedroom and the caretaker’s gentle hands are what stay with you even more than the sickness and fever that overwhelmed you at the time. that’s how i felt while reading this beautiful novel. my anxieties were laid to rest. with a bit of luck, what i recall later will not be the worries that have surrounded us but the feelings of togetherness with even just a few people that have made it all worthwhile.

“if you were bred to the plains or the seashore or the mountains, maybe you wouldn’t enjoy it here. but if the port william neighborhood looks at all like home to you, then you may think this a pleasant place, or even moving and beautiful. it surely is a place like no other.”

i’ve been to port william while holding wendell berry’s tender hand several times now. it does indeed feel like home to me. it’s a small town that exists like a real place and these characters more ‘real’ than some people i see about me each day. if i could pack my bags and go, i’d head there right now. port william is likened to a “membership”, a community that welcomes you into it should you be inclined to get to know it and become a true part of it. it’s not for those that like to live in the fast lane. it’s not for those that steer away from the intimacies of real friendships and love. it is a place where you can go to heal and make a life among those that revere simpler times and basic human needs. it is not a place where only good things happen – no such fantasies exist. there will be grief and sorrow to overcome. life comes and passes as it does anywhere else. but i believe one can truly feel alive here. you finally comprehend what it means to live and love.

“but grief is not a force and has no power to hold. you only bear it. love is what carries you, for it is always there, even in the dark, or most in the dark, but shining out at times like gold stitches in a piece of embroidery.”

this is hannah coulter’s story. if you’ve not read berry’s writing before, then i will tell you that you don’t need to read his books in any particular order. each will highlight a different member of the community, but will also pull in others that you will come to recognize as old friends. this is a story of hannah’s life, first deprived of a mother as hers died while she was just twelve years old. hannah’s grandmother then becomes a mother to her, offering her the love that a stepmother refused to share. and what a lifesaver this grandmother proved to be – she’s a truly wonderful human being! i knew right from the start this one was going to break my heart, not from sadness but from the beauty of love freely and selflessly given.

“and grandmam, as i have seen in looking back, was the decider of my fate. she shaped my life, without of course knowing what my life would be… i was a piece of soft clay. i couldn’t be that way for long, but while i was she was determined to mold me into something that could stay alive.”

this is also the story of hannah’s two marriages and her life as a mother and grandmother. i found myself nodding, weeping, and pausing many times throughout in order to just sit and think. children grow up and move away, losing interest in taking over the responsibilities of a farming life. life has its share of burdens and one learns to get through them as best he or she can with the support of those that care deeply for one another. what i take away the most from berry’s novels is the theme of love – how if you open up your heart, there always seems to be room for more. it may come and go, there are heartaches and loss, but it’s always there waiting for us as a gift to both give and receive if only we allow it. if you are in need of a respite for your soul (and who isn’t these days?!), please don’t put off reading wendell berry any longer.

“sometimes too i could see that love is a great room with a lot of doors, where we are invited to knock and come in. though it contains all the world, the sun, moon, and stars, it is so small as to be also in our hearts. it is in the hearts of those who choose to come in. some do not come in. some may stay out forever. some come in together and leave separately. some come in and stay, until they die, and after.”

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there aren’t too many writers out there that can offer such a sense of peace to my entire being while reading. wendell berry’s words are like that soothing cold cloth that was laid upon your forehead by a loved one when you were a young child. that dish of ice cream to ease a sore throat. the little comforts of a bedroom and the caretaker’s gentle hands are what stay with you even more than the sickness and fever that overwhelmed you at the time. that’s how i felt while reading this beautiful novel. my anxieties were laid to rest. with a bit of luck, what i recall later will not be the worries that have surrounded us but the feelings of togetherness with even just a few people that have made it all worthwhile.

“if you were bred to the plains or the seashore or the mountains, maybe you wouldn’t enjoy it here. but if the port william neighborhood looks at all like home to you, then you may think this a pleasant place, or even moving and beautiful. it surely is a place like no other.”

i’ve been to port william while holding wendell berry’s tender hand several times now. it does indeed feel like home to me. it’s a small town that exists like a real place and these characters more ‘real’ than some people i see about me each day. if i could pack my bags and go, i’d head there right now. port william is likened to a “membership”, a community that welcomes you into it should you be inclined to get to know it and become a true part of it. it’s not for those that like to live in the fast lane. it’s not for those that steer away from the intimacies of real friendships and love. it is a place where you can go to heal and make a life among those that revere simpler times and basic human needs. it is not a place where only good things happen – no such fantasies exist. there will be grief and sorrow to overcome. life comes and passes as it does anywhere else. but i believe one can truly feel alive here. you finally comprehend what it means to live and love.

“but grief is not a force and has no power to hold. you only bear it. love is what carries you, for it is always there, even in the dark, or most in the dark, but shining out at times like gold stitches in a piece of embroidery.”

this is hannah coulter’s story. if you’ve not read berry’s writing before, then i will tell you that you don’t need to read his books in any particular order. each will highlight a different member of the community, but will also pull in others that you will come to recognize as old friends. this is a story of hannah’s life, first deprived of a mother as hers died while she was just twelve years old. hannah’s grandmother then becomes a mother to her, offering her the love that a stepmother refused to share. and what a lifesaver this grandmother proved to be – she’s a truly wonderful human being! i knew right from the start this one was going to break my heart, not from sadness but from the beauty of love freely and selflessly given.

“and grandmam, as i have seen in looking back, was the decider of my fate. she shaped my life, without of course knowing what my life would be… i was a piece of soft clay. i couldn’t be that way for long, but while i was she was determined to mold me into something that could stay alive.”

this is also the story of hannah’s two marriages and her life as a mother and grandmother. i found myself nodding, weeping, and pausing many times throughout in order to just sit and think. children grow up and move away, losing interest in taking over the responsibilities of a farming life. life has its share of burdens and one learns to get through them as best he or she can with the support of those that care deeply for one another. what i take away the most from berry’s novels is the theme of love – how if you open up your heart, there always seems to be room for more. it may come and go, there are heartaches and loss, but it’s always there waiting for us as a gift to both give and receive if only we allow it. if you are in need of a respite for your soul (and who isn’t these days?!), please don’t put off reading wendell berry any longer.

“sometimes too i could see that love is a great room with a lot of doors, where we are invited to knock and come in. though it contains all the world, the sun, moon, and stars, it is so small as to be also in our hearts. it is in the hearts of those who choose to come in. some do not come in. some may stay out forever. some come in together and leave separately. some come in and stay, until they die, and after.”

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there aren’t too many writers out there that can offer such a sense of peace to my entire being while reading. wendell berry’s words are like that soothing cold cloth that was laid upon your forehead by a loved one when you were a young child. that dish of ice cream to ease a sore throat. the little comforts of a bedroom and the caretaker’s gentle hands are what stay with you even more than the sickness and fever that overwhelmed you at the time. that’s how i felt while reading this beautiful novel. my anxieties were laid to rest. with a bit of luck, what i recall later will not be the worries that have surrounded us but the feelings of togetherness with even just a few people that have made it all worthwhile.

“if you were bred to the plains or the seashore or the mountains, maybe you wouldn’t enjoy it here. but if the port william neighborhood looks at all like home to you, then you may think this a pleasant place, or even moving and beautiful. it surely is a place like no other.”

i’ve been to port william while holding wendell berry’s tender hand several times now. it does indeed feel like home to me. it’s a small town that exists like a real place and these characters more ‘real’ than some people i see about me each day. if i could pack my bags and go, i’d head there right now. port william is likened to a “membership”, a community that welcomes you into it should you be inclined to get to know it and become a true part of it. it’s not for those that like to live in the fast lane. it’s not for those that steer away from the intimacies of real friendships and love. it is a place where you can go to heal and make a life among those that revere simpler times and basic human needs. it is not a place where only good things happen – no such fantasies exist. there will be grief and sorrow to overcome. life comes and passes as it does anywhere else. but i believe one can truly feel alive here. you finally comprehend what it means to live and love.

“but grief is not a force and has no power to hold. you only bear it. love is what carries you, for it is always there, even in the dark, or most in the dark, but shining out at times like gold stitches in a piece of embroidery.”

this is hannah coulter’s story. if you’ve not read berry’s writing before, then i will tell you that you don’t need to read his books in any particular order. each will highlight a different member of the community, but will also pull in others that you will come to recognize as old friends. this is a story of hannah’s life, first deprived of a mother as hers died while she was just twelve years old. hannah’s grandmother then becomes a mother to her, offering her the love that a stepmother refused to share. and what a lifesaver this grandmother proved to be – she’s a truly wonderful human being! i knew right from the start this one was going to break my heart, not from sadness but from the beauty of love freely and selflessly given.

“and grandmam, as i have seen in looking back, was the decider of my fate. she shaped my life, without of course knowing what my life would be… i was a piece of soft clay. i couldn’t be that way for long, but while i was she was determined to mold me into something that could stay alive.”

this is also the story of hannah’s two marriages and her life as a mother and grandmother. i found myself nodding, weeping, and pausing many times throughout in order to just sit and think. children grow up and move away, losing interest in taking over the responsibilities of a farming life. life has its share of burdens and one learns to get through them as best he or she can with the support of those that care deeply for one another. what i take away the most from berry’s novels is the theme of love – how if you open up your heart, there always seems to be room for more. it may come and go, there are heartaches and loss, but it’s always there waiting for us as a gift to both give and receive if only we allow it. if you are in need of a respite for your soul (and who isn’t these days?!), please don’t put off reading wendell berry any longer.

“sometimes too i could see that love is a great room with a lot of doors, where we are invited to knock and come in. though it contains all the world, the sun, moon, and stars, it is so small as to be also in our hearts. it is in the hearts of those who choose to come in. some do not come in. some may stay out forever. some come in together and leave separately. some come in and stay, until they die, and after.”

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there aren’t too many writers out there that can offer such a sense of peace to my entire being while reading. wendell berry’s words are like that soothing cold cloth that was laid upon your forehead by a loved one when you were a young child. that dish of ice cream to ease a sore throat. the little comforts of a bedroom and the caretaker’s gentle hands are what stay with you even more than the sickness and fever that overwhelmed you at the time. that’s how i felt while reading this beautiful novel. my anxieties were laid to rest. with a bit of luck, what i recall later will not be the worries that have surrounded us but the feelings of togetherness with even just a few people that have made it all worthwhile.

“if you were bred to the plains or the seashore or the mountains, maybe you wouldn’t enjoy it here. but if the port william neighborhood looks at all like home to you, then you may think this a pleasant place, or even moving and beautiful. it surely is a place like no other.”

i’ve been to port william while holding wendell berry’s tender hand several times now. it does indeed feel like home to me. it’s a small town that exists like a real place and these characters more ‘real’ than some people i see about me each day. if i could pack my bags and go, i’d head there right now. port william is likened to a “membership”, a community that welcomes you into it should you be inclined to get to know it and become a true part of it. it’s not for those that like to live in the fast lane. it’s not for those that steer away from the intimacies of real friendships and love. it is a place where you can go to heal and make a life among those that revere simpler times and basic human needs. it is not a place where only good things happen – no such fantasies exist. there will be grief and sorrow to overcome. life comes and passes as it does anywhere else. but i believe one can truly feel alive here. you finally comprehend what it means to live and love.

“but grief is not a force and has no power to hold. you only bear it. love is what carries you, for it is always there, even in the dark, or most in the dark, but shining out at times like gold stitches in a piece of embroidery.”

this is hannah coulter’s story. if you’ve not read berry’s writing before, then i will tell you that you don’t need to read his books in any particular order. each will highlight a different member of the community, but will also pull in others that you will come to recognize as old friends. this is a story of hannah’s life, first deprived of a mother as hers died while she was just twelve years old. hannah’s grandmother then becomes a mother to her, offering her the love that a stepmother refused to share. and what a lifesaver this grandmother proved to be – she’s a truly wonderful human being! i knew right from the start this one was going to break my heart, not from sadness but from the beauty of love freely and selflessly given.

“and grandmam, as i have seen in looking back, was the decider of my fate. she shaped my life, without of course knowing what my life would be… i was a piece of soft clay. i couldn’t be that way for long, but while i was she was determined to mold me into something that could stay alive.”

this is also the story of hannah’s two marriages and her life as a mother and grandmother. i found myself nodding, weeping, and pausing many times throughout in order to just sit and think. children grow up and move away, losing interest in taking over the responsibilities of a farming life. life has its share of burdens and one learns to get through them as best he or she can with the support of those that care deeply for one another. what i take away the most from berry’s novels is the theme of love – how if you open up your heart, there always seems to be room for more. it may come and go, there are heartaches and loss, but it’s always there waiting for us as a gift to both give and receive if only we allow it. if you are in need of a respite for your soul (and who isn’t these days?!), please don’t put off reading wendell berry any longer.

“sometimes too i could see that love is a great room with a lot of doors, where we are invited to knock and come in. though it contains all the world, the sun, moon, and stars, it is so small as to be also in our hearts. it is in the hearts of those who choose to come in. some do not come in. some may stay out forever. some come in together and leave separately. some come in and stay, until they die, and after.”

“time doesn’t stop. your life doesn’t stop and wait until you get ready to start living it.” a new spot in brevard and in the same location as our. I cut up the pepperoni to distribute more of it around the mix and i added a little bit of ham “this is the story of my life, that while i lived it weighed upon me and pressed against me and filled all my senses to overflowing and now is like a dream dreamed.”

there aren’t too many writers out there that can offer such a sense of peace to my entire being while reading. wendell berry’s words are like that soothing cold cloth that was laid upon your forehead by a loved one when you were a young child. that dish of ice cream to ease a sore throat. the little comforts of a bedroom and the caretaker’s gentle hands are what stay with you even more than the sickness and fever that overwhelmed you at the time. that’s how i felt while reading this beautiful novel. my anxieties were laid to rest. with a bit of luck, what i recall later will not be the worries that have surrounded us but the feelings of togetherness with even just a few people that have made it all worthwhile.

“if you were bred to the plains or the seashore or the mountains, maybe you wouldn’t enjoy it here. but if the port william neighborhood looks at all like home to you, then you may think this a pleasant place, or even moving and beautiful. it surely is a place like no other.”

i’ve been to port william while holding wendell berry’s tender hand several times now. it does indeed feel like home to me. it’s a small town that exists like a real place and these characters more ‘real’ than some people i see about me each day. if i could pack my bags and go, i’d head there right now. port william is likened to a “membership”, a community that welcomes you into it should you be inclined to get to know it and become a true part of it. it’s not for those that like to live in the fast lane. it’s not for those that steer away from the intimacies of real friendships and love. it is a place where you can go to heal and make a life among those that revere simpler times and basic human needs. it is not a place where only good things happen – no such fantasies exist. there will be grief and sorrow to overcome. life comes and passes as it does anywhere else. but i believe one can truly feel alive here. you finally comprehend what it means to live and love.

“but grief is not a force and has no power to hold. you only bear it. love is what carries you, for it is always there, even in the dark, or most in the dark, but shining out at times like gold stitches in a piece of embroidery.”

this is hannah coulter’s story. if you’ve not read berry’s writing before, then i will tell you that you don’t need to read his books in any particular order. each will highlight a different member of the community, but will also pull in others that you will come to recognize as old friends. this is a story of hannah’s life, first deprived of a mother as hers died while she was just twelve years old. hannah’s grandmother then becomes a mother to her, offering her the love that a stepmother refused to share. and what a lifesaver this grandmother proved to be – she’s a truly wonderful human being! i knew right from the start this one was going to break my heart, not from sadness but from the beauty of love freely and selflessly given.

“and grandmam, as i have seen in looking back, was the decider of my fate. she shaped my life, without of course knowing what my life would be… i was a piece of soft clay. i couldn’t be that way for long, but while i was she was determined to mold me into something that could stay alive.”

this is also the story of hannah’s two marriages and her life as a mother and grandmother. i found myself nodding, weeping, and pausing many times throughout in order to just sit and think. children grow up and move away, losing interest in taking over the responsibilities of a farming life. life has its share of burdens and one learns to get through them as best he or she can with the support of those that care deeply for one another. what i take away the most from berry’s novels is the theme of love – how if you open up your heart, there always seems to be room for more. it may come and go, there are heartaches and loss, but it’s always there waiting for us as a gift to both give and receive if only we allow it. if you are in need of a respite for your soul (and who isn’t these days?!), please don’t put off reading wendell berry any longer.

“sometimes too i could see that love is a great room with a lot of doors, where we are invited to knock and come in. though it contains all the world, the sun, moon, and stars, it is so small as to be also in our hearts. it is in the hearts of those who choose to come in. some do not come in. some may stay out forever. some come in together and leave separately. some come in and stay, until they die, and after.”

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there aren’t too many writers out there that can offer such a sense of peace to my entire being while reading. wendell berry’s words are like that soothing cold cloth that was laid upon your forehead by a loved one when you were a young child. that dish of ice cream to ease a sore throat. the little comforts of a bedroom and the caretaker’s gentle hands are what stay with you even more than the sickness and fever that overwhelmed you at the time. that’s how i felt while reading this beautiful novel. my anxieties were laid to rest. with a bit of luck, what i recall later will not be the worries that have surrounded us but the feelings of togetherness with even just a few people that have made it all worthwhile.

“if you were bred to the plains or the seashore or the mountains, maybe you wouldn’t enjoy it here. but if the port william neighborhood looks at all like home to you, then you may think this a pleasant place, or even moving and beautiful. it surely is a place like no other.”

i’ve been to port william while holding wendell berry’s tender hand several times now. it does indeed feel like home to me. it’s a small town that exists like a real place and these characters more ‘real’ than some people i see about me each day. if i could pack my bags and go, i’d head there right now. port william is likened to a “membership”, a community that welcomes you into it should you be inclined to get to know it and become a true part of it. it’s not for those that like to live in the fast lane. it’s not for those that steer away from the intimacies of real friendships and love. it is a place where you can go to heal and make a life among those that revere simpler times and basic human needs. it is not a place where only good things happen – no such fantasies exist. there will be grief and sorrow to overcome. life comes and passes as it does anywhere else. but i believe one can truly feel alive here. you finally comprehend what it means to live and love.

“but grief is not a force and has no power to hold. you only bear it. love is what carries you, for it is always there, even in the dark, or most in the dark, but shining out at times like gold stitches in a piece of embroidery.”

this is hannah coulter’s story. if you’ve not read berry’s writing before, then i will tell you that you don’t need to read his books in any particular order. each will highlight a different member of the community, but will also pull in others that you will come to recognize as old friends. this is a story of hannah’s life, first deprived of a mother as hers died while she was just twelve years old. hannah’s grandmother then becomes a mother to her, offering her the love that a stepmother refused to share. and what a lifesaver this grandmother proved to be – she’s a truly wonderful human being! i knew right from the start this one was going to break my heart, not from sadness but from the beauty of love freely and selflessly given.

“and grandmam, as i have seen in looking back, was the decider of my fate. she shaped my life, without of course knowing what my life would be… i was a piece of soft clay. i couldn’t be that way for long, but while i was she was determined to mold me into something that could stay alive.”

this is also the story of hannah’s two marriages and her life as a mother and grandmother. i found myself nodding, weeping, and pausing many times throughout in order to just sit and think. children grow up and move away, losing interest in taking over the responsibilities of a farming life. life has its share of burdens and one learns to get through them as best he or she can with the support of those that care deeply for one another. what i take away the most from berry’s novels is the theme of love – how if you open up your heart, there always seems to be room for more. it may come and go, there are heartaches and loss, but it’s always there waiting for us as a gift to both give and receive if only we allow it. if you are in need of a respite for your soul (and who isn’t these days?!), please don’t put off reading wendell berry any longer.

“sometimes too i could see that love is a great room with a lot of doors, where we are invited to knock and come in. though it contains all the world, the sun, moon, and stars, it is so small as to be also in our hearts. it is in the hearts of those who choose to come in. some do not come in. some may stay out forever. some come in together and leave separately. some come in and stay, until they die, and after.”

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there aren’t too many writers out there that can offer such a sense of peace to my entire being while reading. wendell berry’s words are like that soothing cold cloth that was laid upon your forehead by a loved one when you were a young child. that dish of ice cream to ease a sore throat. the little comforts of a bedroom and the caretaker’s gentle hands are what stay with you even more than the sickness and fever that overwhelmed you at the time. that’s how i felt while reading this beautiful novel. my anxieties were laid to rest. with a bit of luck, what i recall later will not be the worries that have surrounded us but the feelings of togetherness with even just a few people that have made it all worthwhile.

“if you were bred to the plains or the seashore or the mountains, maybe you wouldn’t enjoy it here. but if the port william neighborhood looks at all like home to you, then you may think this a pleasant place, or even moving and beautiful. it surely is a place like no other.”

i’ve been to port william while holding wendell berry’s tender hand several times now. it does indeed feel like home to me. it’s a small town that exists like a real place and these characters more ‘real’ than some people i see about me each day. if i could pack my bags and go, i’d head there right now. port william is likened to a “membership”, a community that welcomes you into it should you be inclined to get to know it and become a true part of it. it’s not for those that like to live in the fast lane. it’s not for those that steer away from the intimacies of real friendships and love. it is a place where you can go to heal and make a life among those that revere simpler times and basic human needs. it is not a place where only good things happen – no such fantasies exist. there will be grief and sorrow to overcome. life comes and passes as it does anywhere else. but i believe one can truly feel alive here. you finally comprehend what it means to live and love.

“but grief is not a force and has no power to hold. you only bear it. love is what carries you, for it is always there, even in the dark, or most in the dark, but shining out at times like gold stitches in a piece of embroidery.”

this is hannah coulter’s story. if you’ve not read berry’s writing before, then i will tell you that you don’t need to read his books in any particular order. each will highlight a different member of the community, but will also pull in others that you will come to recognize as old friends. this is a story of hannah’s life, first deprived of a mother as hers died while she was just twelve years old. hannah’s grandmother then becomes a mother to her, offering her the love that a stepmother refused to share. and what a lifesaver this grandmother proved to be – she’s a truly wonderful human being! i knew right from the start this one was going to break my heart, not from sadness but from the beauty of love freely and selflessly given.

“and grandmam, as i have seen in looking back, was the decider of my fate. she shaped my life, without of course knowing what my life would be… i was a piece of soft clay. i couldn’t be that way for long, but while i was she was determined to mold me into something that could stay alive.”

this is also the story of hannah’s two marriages and her life as a mother and grandmother. i found myself nodding, weeping, and pausing many times throughout in order to just sit and think. children grow up and move away, losing interest in taking over the responsibilities of a farming life. life has its share of burdens and one learns to get through them as best he or she can with the support of those that care deeply for one another. what i take away the most from berry’s novels is the theme of love – how if you open up your heart, there always seems to be room for more. it may come and go, there are heartaches and loss, but it’s always there waiting for us as a gift to both give and receive if only we allow it. if you are in need of a respite for your soul (and who isn’t these days?!), please don’t put off reading wendell berry any longer.

“sometimes too i could see that love is a great room with a lot of doors, where we are invited to knock and come in. though it contains all the world, the sun, moon, and stars, it is so small as to be also in our hearts. it is in the hearts of those who choose to come in. some do not come in. some may stay out forever. some come in together and leave separately. some come in and stay, until they die, and after.”

“time doesn’t stop. your life doesn’t stop and wait until you get ready to start living it.” capture contradictory forces in a way that i feel makes my representations of life richer.

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