the target

Morning Reading for August 18

Without making too many assumptions, it is probably fair to say that most of us would prefer to not be shot with an arrow.

But most of us aren’t targets, bales of haye arranged in a line, striped with red paint, and waiting—waiting desperately, pulling all arrows, not just measuring marksmanship but demanding it, drawing each and every bolt into their loving embrace.

The target finds the arrow—so if you are not a target, what will you find?

Thank you. Let’s have a great day.