We All Feed the Lake

How did I not know about this until just now?

Madeleine L'Engle passed away last week.

L'Engle is one of my favorite writers, although not for her fiction. I do love her fiction, but her nonfiction has a special place in my heart. I can't quite explain it, but when I open one of her books, I somehow always read exactly what I needed to read in that moment. Just now, when I decided to post something on her death, I pulled Walking on Water from my shelf, and I opened right to her thoughts on the relationship between art and death:

Art is an affirmation of life, a rebuttal of death.

We've lost a beloved writer and an amazing essayist.