Category: Katherine Catmull

Katherine Catmull

…said Finn…“Only remember, Clare. In a dream, what you want will come out, one way or the other. ”“So . . . So I should be careful about what I want, then, right?”“No, you can’t be careful with what you want. Wanting isn’t a pet who stays at your heels; it’s a wild animal. You must become friendly with it. It will make an offer, and you will respond. Converse with what you want that way.”“So what should I try to want? What should I look for?”“Never look for what you should want and desire, but what you do want and desire. You should know that from your poetry. It is the only way to ‘make’ true. What you desire will appear, no matter how you try to erase or recolor it.”“All right,” said Clare. She turned her back on the ocean and the fire, and began to walk toward the dunes.

Katherine Catmull

Finn said, “You feel the wind is a bully, beating you. But that is your seeing. That is your story, not the wind’s. To a bird who rides it, that wind is only a kind hand. Because the bird rides the wind’s power. Do you understand?” Clare, bitter, cold, and wind-battered, frowned stubbornly. “But a bird can fly. I can’t fly.” He turned to look at her, and his face was troubled. “If you cling to the safety of the rock, indeed you can’t. To fly, you open your arms and fall, heart first, trusting the wind to bear you up. That’s what the birds do.