The ability to forgive oneself. Stop here for a few breaths and think about this, because it is the key to making art and very possibly the key to finding any semblance of happiness in life. Every time I have set out to translate the book (or story, or hopelessly long essay) that exists in such brilliant detail on the big screen of my limbic system onto a piece of paper (which, let’s face it, was once a towering tree crowned with leaves and a home to birds), I grieve for my own lack of talent and intelligence. Every. Single. Time. Were I smarter, more gifted, I could pin down a closer facsimile of the wonders I see. I believe that, more than anything else, this grief of constantly having to face down our own inadequacies is what keeps people from being writers. Forgiveness, therefore, is key. I can’t write the book I want to write, but I can and will write the book I am capable of writing. Again and again throughout the course of my life I will forgive myself.
"I was drawn to all the wrong things: I liked to drink, I was lazy, I didn’t have a god, politics, ideas, ideals. I was settled into nothingness; a kind of non-being, and I accepted it. I didn’t make for an interesting person. I didn’t want to be interesting, it was too hard. What I really wanted was only a soft, hazy space to live in, and to be left alone."
— Charles Bukowski
"I know you’ve run away - everybody gets the urge to do that sometime - but sooner or later you’ll want to go home."
— Sue Monk Kidd
And here’s a handy GIF about tonight’s the lunar eclipse. For the west coasters (who have a better chance of seeing the eclipse through the clouds) just subtract 3 hours. It’s basically a moving version of this NASA graphic.
GIFs not your style? Check out my last minute astronomical announcement song:
Instructive animated graphic is instructive.
Twenty years after the Rwandan genocide that killed nearly a million people, photographer Pieter Hugo visited Rwanda and took striking photos — in each, a Hutu perpetrator who was granted a pardon by the Tutsi survivor of his crime.
Pictured here is Cesarie Mukabutera, whose children were killed by Deogratias Habyarimana. In Cesarie’s own words:
"Many among us had experienced the evils of war many times, and I was asking myself what I was created for. The internal voice used to tell me, ‘It is not fair to avenge your beloved one.’ It took time, but in the end we realized that we are all Rwandans. The genocide was due to bad governance that set neighbors, brothers and sisters against one another. Now you accept and you forgive."
See more of these remarkable photos and stories of forgiveness via the New York Times.
Wow, can’t hardly comprehend this