Samain Moon of the Winter Solstice
In to the city to meet with Justin, Sierra Club’s lobbyist and policy wonk. We’re putting together a campaign strategy for this upcoming session. I love the ins and outs of politics, the practical, no nonsense nature of the analysis, the calculations. The realities of power, not its dreamy possibilities.
It is though, at this stage of my life, not as exciting as taking in a new painting, wandering through a new exhibition, revisiting a print I’ve seen many times. Even so, politics are deeper in my life, started earlier, continued throughout my life while the arts have been only a once in a while thing until the last ten years.
The man I am now, the man I am becoming, loves the museum gallery more than the legislative chamber, the exhibit hall more than the voting booth, research for a tour more than campaign planning. Part of me is not sure what to make of this change, but that it has happened there is no doubt.
Perhaps these later years have bent the knee toward beauty rather than the lady justice.
No, of course it’s not either art or politics, of course not. There is, though, a real matter of how much time I want to devote to life outside our home, how much energy I want to give to projects for others and how much I need to spend on my own work.
These are not easy matters for me, questions I’ve juggled my whole life, but I’ve always tried to remain true to what my inner life tells me. Just now, it says open that new book with all the paintings in the Louvre.