I recently tried to figure out how many hours our editorial staff devotes to a single issue of The Sun — sifting through the hundreds of submissions that arrive here each month, editing and proofreading the material we’ve selected, designing the pages. It’s harder to calculate how much time goes into the writing itself, since it doesn’t even happen at the office but on crowded desks and messy kitchen tables and quiet back porches all around the country.
A thousand hours, I figured. A thousand hours of steady, intent work to create an issue it takes you a few hours to read.
If you’re moved by what you read, if you’re inspired to think in a new way, the effort is worth it. I want The Sun to penetrate and illuminate the dark corners of our lives, reminding us that there’s nothing unusual, nothing un-American, about loss and heartache; that love can arrive in the middle of our greatest disappointment; that, as meditation teacher Jack Kornfield puts it, “you can discover the wisdom of a Buddha or the heart of Jesus if only you could accept what is actually before you, difficult though it may be.”
Because I don’t want The Sun to be self-consciously spiritual, the reminder is often subtle. Better a poem that surprises you, like a mirror where you expected a window. Better a story that calls to you with its gypsy heart. Because The Sun is meant to challenge as well as comfort, we don’t offer formulas to protect against life’s uncertainties. Nor are there pinups of cars or stereos or gurus, seductively arranged to convince us that what we need is really out there. Instead, The Sun tries to nudge us back to where we always are: here, now. To the kitchen that needs to be cleaned. To the argument that needs to be forgiven. To our struggle for one clear moment of awareness.
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If you’d like to give one of our anthologies — A Bell Ringing in the Empty Sky: The Best of The Sun, Sunbeams: A Book of Quotations, or Four in the Morning: Essays by Sy Safransky — we’ll make sure the books arrive in time.
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