“I don’t believe in this ‘world sorrow’ — do you?”
“No, no I don’t. Not at all, Mr. Emerson.”
“Well, there you are. Then make my boy realize that at the side of the everlasting ‘why’ there is a ‘yes’–and a ‘yes!’ and a ‘YES!’”

My name is Anna Laura and I live in a beige duplex in Knoxville, TN, Old North Historic District. I live with friends. I think blogs are gaining importance with each passing second, like the number of megabytes of free storage on Gmail accounts, and I want in on the fun. Not that I don’t have fun in my life. In fact, I do. This fun includes things like watching A Room With a View, baking, conjuring green things from the soil in my yard, making art, writing words, finding my life continually saved by beauty.

I’ve recently had a short bout with cancer and am officially a Survivor (gives that last sentence a fresh facet), am wandering around trying to figure out what to do with this season of my life, and am here to say all the things that are coming from the deepening places of soul, deepening because I’m so eager to find roots and bring them up to eye-level.  Thinking about life & living in metaphors is as near to me as possible and if I don’t write about them, then terrible things.  So, this is what I have to say to myself, and to you, if you’re reading.

Furthermore, even though I prefer the Oxford comma, I almost always accidentally revert to the comma with which we are all acquainted!  My college days are slipping from memory minutes at a time and so is my grammar; forgive.  Not that I feel like the Oxford comma is a good and the Other comma is an evil, I’m just actually mostly apologizing for my total lack of respect for the comma in general, which in my case means I splice them and run them through sentences like relayers with batons.  Which is why I may not get into grad school, whenever I apply, which please God will be soon, please God?

This is me. I recently went to this place and this is a picture of me in it, at that time. It was fairly eternal.

Furthermore, the title of this blog is from a poem by GM Hopkins called The Leaden Echo and the Golden Echo, a poem (and a line) which changes lives. mine, for instance.