A spring cold gathered momentum on Thursday morning requiring medication to keep my fever in check. There were studio guests arriving on the island and a painting class to teach. Both pleasant activities though I was functioning far below optimum. However, I simply proceeded.
Only while doing a quick painting sketch at the edge of the pond in the Japanese Garden did I forget how miserable I was feeling.
This was likely because I did not need to talk and I was warm in the afternoon sun.
Last evening I was reminded of this moment while reading about the chemical attack in Syria. I asked myself, when do we break and crumble under the weight of adversity? When is it that we can no long simply proceed, as if it was only a common spring cold?
Earlier in the day I had read Dina Nayeri’s powerful article “The Ungrateful Refugee: ‘We have no dept to repay’” which was the long read in The Guardian on Tuesday April 4, 2016. I will share with you just her closing paragraph….
“Still, I want to show those kids whose very limbs apologise for the space they occupy, and my own daughter, who has yet to feel any shame or remorse, that a grateful face isn’t the one they should assume at times like these. Instead they should tune their voices and polish their stories, because the world is duller without them – even more so if they arrived as refugees. Because a person’s life is never a bad investment, and so there are no creditors at the door, no debt to repay. Now there’s just the rest of life, the stories left to create, all the messy, greedy, ordinary days that are theirs to squander.”
After dinner, I was reading an opinion piece in the New York Times by Ariel Dorfman bring “A Message From the end of the World” in Santiago Chile. In his climate change impact summary of events on the southern tip of the Americas, he tell us about the widening of the gap in the Antarctica ice shelf and how it will eventually crash into the sea causing a rise in seawater. Chile is the first place that will be impacted.
I leave the table with plans to come write today’s blog post. But I don’t. Instead I simple proceed to clean up the kitchen and stay with these feelings of overwhelming disgust, horror, helplessness and a kind of deep hopelessness. It is too late for a long walk which is my usual line of first defense when the world falls short of my expectations. Instead, I just sit with the feelings, unable to write until this morning.
I should be celebrating with you this week. Two paintings have left the studio for homes of their own and the small postcard size painting sketch that was sent to England for the TwitterArtExhibit sold on opening night. Over $10,000 in U.S. dollars were raised for a local charity, Molly Olly’s Wishes, in the first night. Instead, this morning these bright spots in an artist’s life seem garish, insensitive and above all, unimportant. What to do?
My answer comes easily. I shall post this note and go for a long walk and listen to the spring birds. I shall breathe in time with waves on the sea. I shall inhale the scent of the blossoms on the breeze. I shall run my hands along the length of the arbutus tree. Then I shall paint. This is what a landscape painter does. After this is done, then I shall see if there is anything else I can do. In times like these, first we must simply proceed until we decide what else can be done.
When was the last time you asked yourself to simply proceed?
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7 thoughts on “The Times When We Simply Proceed”
“…a person’s life is never a bad investment.”
Yes, Laurie, I couldn’t possibly agree more. Welcome home with your newest book completed 🙂
I hope you are feeling better soon. I believe your last paragraph is the way to look at all these events.
Simply proceed. There is not much we can do and no one will listen anyway. I have stopped listening to the CBC News simply because they hype tragedy as a commodity to sell, instead of simply reading the news and letting us decide what to think. A week ago we had all the big names of the CBC News in Charlottetown for a day, what fun they had telling us how they will present the news to us. I found them to be very arrogant and too sure of their own truths. As you say, going for a walk, listening to the birds, smell the flowers and paint. That is the solution.
For the moment Larry it is the only thing I can think of and the walk in a light rain wasn’t unpleasant. The painting went well. The working title is “Where despair meets hope Edith Point Mayne Island BC.”
I see you had your own, “the only way is through” moment yourself!
It is good to know what is going on in the world and then understand how to Be in the world while all of that is going on.
As artist we meet the world with our creativity in whatever form in may express itself.
You know I had to simply proceed with what the Universe was and is presenting, photographs and a blog first! and than asking how else can I be of service in and to the world?
I thought the same thing Jeff when I read YOUR blog post. These are difficult and challenging times so it really shouldn’t be a surprise that many people are thinking about these issue. But it is always a pleasure to have your good company. 🙂
At least we know we are not alone!