Ursula K. Le Guin 1929-2018
Ursula K Le Guin lived just over the West Hills. Hills obscured with rain this morning. From the sunporch you could look across the river to the hills and think of her in the house on the hill. Maybe she was curled up too–with a book and a cat.
From the Bridge, you could see the flattened top and lumpy sides of St Helen’s deep in snow. The mountain is hers as well.
We live and move in her world.
I hold close her vision of a school that meets in the morning outside under an apple tree, her inquiry into the relationships between women and men, her questions about citizenship and the individual, the way to catch fish with your bare hands.
On her recommendation I’ll be reading Mansfield Park in the coming months. You too?