Taking Aim

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photo by Josh Scholten

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

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

I have ended up with a quite a pile of almost 2000 blog posts strewn about my feet due to my random chopping.  I’ve been drenched in sweat at times, and garnered my share of splinters, but I’m readying the pile for when the weather gets cold and the nights long.

It is not that the world needs another blog post or another book — I just need to keep aiming, keep chopping and keep my eye on the block, cutting through and past the wood.  This is something I do because I feel better when I do it, like the redemption of aching muscles after a hard work out.

My ax needs constant sharpening and I keep my aim focused.   The days are shortening.