Deceptive Simplicity

I have just read Brenda Miller’s Blessing of the Animals and I am struck dumb by the symmetry and loveliness of her writing as I struggle through Philip Bromberg’s The Shadow of the Tsunami for at least the second time, left-braining what is probably an intuitive leap, an understanding of self, which self, at which moment, what and how it is. Then I encounter Brenda Miller and the deceptive simplicity of a lived-in life. I am awed.