You’re likely to outlive some of your greatest joys. Don’t let that be the only period in your life when you become highly aware of them. Notice joy now and it will help you become a person of peace, integrity, and strength when there is less joy in your life.
His note, dawn’s foil —
One blow to fill her pale blue bell with sound,
One impulse to deliver; that serves to sever bonds
Of all things that entangle, sully, soil.
This is the Word that blasts the sap,
The sound of force
That lifts the arms of trees;
That fashions-forth the branches from within
To raise this world of darkwood iron all around;
This the rising sound
Of the very juice by which the ground toils,
Becomes each massive trunk and slender tendril coil
Upright, upreared, at prayer.
Bright above, the morning sky awakens,
She blues and beckons like a mother’s eye toward which
The sun climbs, wings beat a path, while feet
With new-found ease
Like light along the spangled grass self-hurl,
Fast follow down that one windfall trail
Being blazed toward Canaan by what lives.
Let this day go gray, grow disenchanted:
I know the crow.
Text and poem excerpted from “On Being More Than Ourselves Alone.” Read more of Paul Martin’s complete essay.
Dearest, dearest Mike—
I’m absolutely tickled to hear from you. Words cannot express how much reverence and respect I have for Avatar: The Last Airbender. I came to it rather late in its evolution, but most serendipitously — by way of my two young sons via Netflix.
With all the animated movies and television series out there, Avatar was that first breath of air as one surfaces from a deep-water dive. I didn’t know it was possible for someone to create, write, and produce an animated series (much less any series) with such intelligence, depth, and humor that could speak to 40-year-old parents and 5-year-old children alike. Simply magical work that my wife and I discuss to this day.
As an aside, my favorite character will always be Uncle Iroh. Perhaps he’s the person I long to be or the figure I longed to have guiding me along my own path. Plus, who doesn’t appreciate that perfect cup of jasmine tea.
Please send me the name of your new blog and I’ll be sure to share it with others. And thank you for the kind words about “The Great Cauldron of Story: Why Fairy Tales Are for Adults Again.” I’m grateful we could give Maria Tatar the hour she deserves.