Aiming for the Chopping Block

Aim for the chopping block.
If you aim for the wood, you will have nothing.
Aim past the wood, aim through the wood;
aim for the chopping block.
~Annie Dillard from The Writing Life

photo by Josh Scholten

Over seventeen years ago, I decided to aim for the block on this website of reflections, as if words were wood and pictures were kindling. I started storing up cords of words and pictures, chopping away every day in case I’d need this storehouse of fuel in the future.

As a result, my ax needs constant sharpening.

I have ended up with a quite a pile of over 5000 posts strewn about my feet due to random chopping. I’ve been drenched in sweat at times, some complain about the noise I make, and I’ve garnered my share of blisters and splinters.

I’m readying for when the weather gets cold and the nights long.

It is not that the world needs another blog post or another book —
instead I keep a focused aim, chopping by keeping my eye on the block, cutting through and past the wood. Writing is something to do because I feel better when I do it. What I store up here will keep us warm when life gives us chills.

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3 thoughts on “Aiming for the Chopping Block

  1. I love the attention you give to your posts. I look forward to them every day. And the metaphor of the chopping block, aiming through the wood to the block below, is perfect!

    I intend to write as long as I possibly can. I hope you will, too.

    Much love,

    Amrita

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  2. You have warmed me countless times with your words, and your bringing home the words of others. With beauty. When I have been in shock with grief and loss your words were a beauty even when it seemed impossible beauty still had the nerve to keep shining. I Just think of the hidden people who plant and water and harvest and plow, steadily through the years… it’s such a holy thing. Thank you 5000 times.

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