My writing desk in Studio Eidolons
My “art area” of Studio Eidolons (Paddington sleeps in his bed to the right)
My Dad’s Pennsylvania RxR lantern at my reading table
Sometimes it really does feel as though your brain is extended so far into the outward world, it’s left your body. When this happens, it’s very difficult to go back inward and be alone with your thoughts. That’s what depth comes down to, really, taking all the stuff your mind has gathered in its travels back inside, to sort through it and see what it all means. To make it your own. The only way to cultivate a happy, inner life is to spend time there, and that’s impossible when you’re constantly attending to the latest distraction.
William Powers, Hamlet’s Blackberry: A Practical Philosophy for Building a Good Life in the Digital Age
My friends have reached out, wondering why my blog went silent. Thanks, all of you, for caring. As some of you know, my art calendar finally reached a spread of days with no appointments, and in that rest, my Father’s passing last month finally hit me. Hard. I haven’t posted, because I felt I had nothing constructive to write, and I feared posting a whiny blog.
I have spent the bulk of this Saturday in Studio Eidolons, sorting out my life, and that has been what the doctor ordered. I overheard myself complaining like the antihero in Herzog by Saul Bellow’s: “my thoughts are shooting out all over the place.” I was distracted in the midst of my library, surrounded by my favorite books, all of them calling out to me. I was equally distracted by the oncoming events in my art calendar. October is always an extremely busy, though rewarding, month.
As I opened my journal to pour out my heart and seek some sort of guidance, I found myself asking to find that balance between the inner life and the social demands that keep chorusing. Turning to Hamlet’s Blackberry, I found genuine sustenance in the Marshall McLuhan chapter “A Cooler Self: McLuhan and the Thermostat of Happiness.” Much of what I read took me far, far back to my first profound culture shock as a college student.
My freshman year at the university swept my feet out from under me like a tidal wave. For the first time in my life, I was living five hours away from the home and family I knew and depended on. And I suddenly realized that no one in this new environment knew or cared about my needs. If I were to skip a class, there wouldn’t be a professor to inquire why. If I were not to show up for an exam or meet a paper deadline, no professor would hunt me down to inquire why. In addition to this environment of anonymity and indifference, there was a crushing schedule of classes and responsibilities. I felt confused and hopelessly inadequate in the face of these new challenges.
Because of my Baptist upbringing, and advice from one of my church members to join the Baptist Student Union, I finally showed up at their meeting house, and was immediately embraced by a caring community. During my first retreat with them, I attended a seminar titled “Quiet Time” and heard of the value of setting aside a special time each day (preferably morning, before all the demands set in) to read, think, journal, and prepare yourself to go into the day with a sense of direction.
Later in the year, I met a conference speaker named Milt Hughes, who relayed a theory known as Journey Inward, Journey Outward. He used the logo posted below, pointing out to us that the arrows moving to the center of the design indicate your retreat to your “center” to find yourself, and the arrows facing outward reference your journey into the world to do what you have to do. That symbol has never left my consciousness. Throughout the fifty subsequent years of graduate school and teaching, my habit has been to feed myself with daily quiet retreats before entering the social arena to take on whatever task was before me.
Today has been a Quality Day because I finally got back into that groove of retreating into myself to find a sense of meaning, and then laying preparations for going back out into the world. The coming week is already promising to be a busy one, but I’m ready. Today has been a genuine gift. I have felt the presence of my Dad in a good way, sitting in front of his lighted Pennsylvania RxR lantern. And I’ve enjoyed my reading, and my small steps back into the art arena as well.
Thanks for reading. I hope that I’m finally coming back to the blogging groove.
I make art in order to discover.
I journal when I feel alone.
I blog to remind myself I am not alone.