Pilgrim At Tinker Creek

By. Annie Dillard

I am reading the book Pilgrim at Tinker Creek right now, by Annie Dillard. She wrote about living out in the country, at a place she calls Tinker Creek. There she is only surrounded by nature, and peace. It’s a book of her thoughts and observations on life at Tinker Creek.

Reading the book Pilgrim At Tinker Creek, is very inspirational. Teaching you things you don’t notice happening, through  eyes that are actually watching. Everyone always wants to be understood. Annie Dillard describes life in a way that helps you understand what she's trying to say, that you can connect to and see her picture too.

There is another famous book, Walden's Pond by Henry David  Thoreau, that has the same ideas. I haven't read Walden's Pond, but in this book, there is a search of self discovery that Henry travels through. Pilgrim at Tinker Creek, I think is a life discovery book. 

There are lots of different ideas through this book, but the idea of life is constant. Looking through life, and seeing something more, or it in a different way, is what she is trying to show us. I got lots of different little ideas from stories in the book.

Going through life always wanting to know why. Everything is part of everything else in the world. We try to know this, and be in the world, but to become part of it we have to communicate, and be understood. Trying to communicate with the world, but first to communicate with your thoughts. Knowing yourself first, then thinking about the rest of life. Constantly thinking through your day, comparing to real life. Finding meaning in alive things, unnoticed to you while trying to live. Now understanding, but not knowing. We understand what is true, but we don’t know.

Everything we see, can be seen in a different way. If the lighting changes, if it turns around, if we move to a different place. Its still the same thing as before, just it doesn’t look the same. You only have one pair of eyes that are yours. There are millions of other eyes that are the worlds. Only you can see what you see. One moment the sun is high shining in the sky, and the all you see is darkness in the night. Staring down through the moon, into the stars, glowing lights larger than in the sky. Staring into its realness, finding it’s only a reflection up at you; looking up to the sky finally, instead of drowning into the water seeing what is real now.