November Visiting Artists and Writers
Monday, November 30th, 2009
Excerpt from A Private History of Awe
By Scott Russell Sanders
Saints and bodhisattvas may achieve what Christians call mystical union or Buddhists call satori—a perpetual awareness of the force at the heart of things. For these enlightened few, the world is always lit. For the rest of us, such clarity comes only fitfully, in sudden glimpses or slow revelations. Quakers refer to these insights as “openings.” When I first heard the term, from a Friend in England who was counseling me about my resistance to the Vietnam War, I thought of how, on an overcast day, sunlight pours through a break in the clouds. After the clouds drift on, eclipsing the sun, the sun keeps shining behind the veil, and the memory of its light shines on in the mind. This book is my history of openings, from watching a thunderstorm while riding in my father’s arms, to witnessing the birth of my first child while holding my wife’s hand.
Excerpt from A Private History of Awe, (New York: Farrar, Straus & Giroux, 2006), by Scott Russell Sanders. © 2006 by Scott Russell Sanders. Reprinted by permission of the author.




















