Spring Waning Seed Moon
“Consistency requires you to be as ignorant today as you were a year ago.” – Bernard Berenson
Friend Mark Odegard called from the Bly conference being held this weekend at the U. of Minnesota. “It’s heavyweight stuff. Come on down,” he said. Not gonna make it since I have garage cleaning and bee keeping chores today and Wishes for the Sky tomorrow.
The weather has turned cooler, we are 22 degrees off our high of 71 yesterday right now. There may be some rain on its way, the humidity is up, as is the dewpoint.
One of things that struck me in the Mishima film was a press conference where reporters asked him if he planned to give up writing, “Well,” he said, “I find I have to write one more line. Then, one more line.” He paused, “Then one more line.” A longer pause, “And one more.” I know how he felt.
I find writing satisfying at several levels. It helps me organize my thoughts and assess them. Writing also helps clarify and name my feelings. The therapeutic value of this last has come home to me over and over. Though this may surprise some I also find it satisfying physically. My skill on the keyboard is one of the few physical acts I perform at a high level of competence. (I’m pretty good with chopsticks, too.)
The keyboard and a white screen quite literally call to me several times a day and I’m finding increasing pressure to get back to long works, novels, for instance, in addition to the shorter essays and thought pieces I do regularly.
One more line. Then, another. And another. Followed by. Another.
