Rob says:
“Marilynne Robinson published her first novel, Housekeeping, in 1982. It was nominated for a Pulitzer Prize, and an influential critic called it one of the ten best novels of the twentieth century. This November, 22 years later, Robinson came out with her second work of fiction, Gilead. “Writing is like praying,” she told Carin Besser in The New Yorker Online. “In both, if they are to be authentic, grace and truth must discipline thought.” I nominate Robinson to be your patron saint in 2005, Virgo. May she inspire you to produce another gem like the one you did some years ago. May her example give you the faith to work as slowly as you need to in order to remain impeccable, allowing grace and truth to discipline your thought.”
I think that book is singularly odd. I read it for a class term before last. Grace and truth. I don’t know that I have a whole lot of grace going for me. Truth is not a problem.
Though I did have a bad situation this weekend in which I did not speak my truth. I was uncomfortable with a situation and I didn’t ask the person to stop. So I can’t be upset with him for not stopping. I’m upset with me for not thinking I am worth enough; for not being willing to say ‘no’ when I didn’t want something. I feel dirty and stupid. I guess I do have a problem with truth. At least in as far as I don’t seem to be able to stand up for me.
It’s hard to be able to figure out boundaries, especially your own, and especially on the fly. It’s even harder to know when to stick to them and when to let go. *sympathy*