There were times when I could not afford to sacrifice the bloom of the present moment to any work, whether of the head or hands. I love a broad margin to my life. I’ve just been dipping into Thoreau’s Sounds, and I’ve been stung. As Jon Kabat-Zinn points out in his fine meditation book, …
a world of uncountable beings dedicating their lives to growing something meaningful and beauty-filled, Something Beautiful for the World Tarchin Hearn How can you continue to celebrate nature even as you witness its destruction? How hypocritical. Where you need to be is on the front-line of protest. This painful spring, the first with no dawn …
How it comes back to me. My aging artist father hovering in the shadows, his face intense with wistfulness. “Ah, Per, I just want to show you… If you would just let me show you…” So often, defending my instinctive need to grow and learn independently, I turned away, ignoring him, hiding from his wish …