So, very busy, thence mostly absent from here. The Autumn sunshine, between rainstorms, is glorious and I feel shut away from it, imprisoned in my office and in my own damaged and armoured heart. Coming here almost makes this feel worse, as I contemplate the creativity and community glimpsed in recent years, but which continue to be only glimpsed. I often want to run from the painful knowledge of their existence, and yet don't: even a glimpse is a lot, if it's a glimpse of hope, if the beauty and the good people are out there somewhere in a mostly terrifying world, and if the not-quite-dead bits of my heart still yearn for them.
Yesterday I met blogger friend Peter Clothier of The Buddha Diaries (he also blogs for the Huffington Post) and his wife, Ellie Blankfort, on holiday in London: writer and artist, and both of them Buddhist practitioners, from Los Angeles. To have encountered such people on line and now met them in person is such a lovely thing, for which I am amazed and grateful.
I think of Peter's most recent book, a collection of essays on sustaining creativity in our crazy, over-busy times, which is beautifully written, full of hard-won experience and gentle Buddhist wisdom. I think of its title, Persist, and tell myself one more time that I will, that we all must, persist as best and as long as we can with the things that matter to us.
Beautifully written--and a bit heart-wrenching, Jean. It was a joy for us to meet you over lunch. We wish you all good things as you continue to plot for a great future as a writer and photographic artist. And we will stay in touch. And, of course, best thanks for the tribute to, and plug for "Persist"!
Jean, thank you for sharing this with such heartfelt words. I recall Peter's posts about their travels to Finland and Russia. His book sounds very appealing to me...
I work in windowless office, except for a small patch of sky I can just see through the glass inset in the door if I roll my chair to the left and if I crane my neck to look. A glimpse only. On certain days, I am pained that I am sitting in a box instead of out there! Sometimes I have to force myself to persist. Takes a lot of energy.
It's a good title and I am looking forward to reading it.
Why do beauty and sadness go together?
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