It was in February, a week before Maezumi Roshi’s birthday, only his 64th. I’d thought that I would leave him a little something behind before I raced back home, a poem or a line inscribed when inspiration arrived. Nothing arrived, and I hurriedly copied a story from a book I carried with me, a book of stories by William Maxwell called All the Days and Nights. The book was a treasure trove, and I’d read and recommended it frequently in the weeks since I’d beelined for the bookstore, upon hearing the delicate, eighty something voice of the author on the car radio one night. I was at a stoplight on the way home from work and I heard him say, “I’m astonished that there always is a story, but first it has to come out of the absolutely emptied mind, the mysterious.”
The story I copied was called “The Man Who Lost His Father.”
People ask me how I write. I can’t really say, and I really can’t teach it. I’m not sure that anyone can teach you how to write. But this, I can teach.
Please read about The Living Brush, my first creativity retreat for writers and artists, by scrolling down to the depths of my Retreats page. Then let me hear from you.
Illustration (c) 2010 Andrew Buckle
Wow – that looks amazing, Maezen! Let’s see what I can create between now and then 🙂
Comment by Angela DiGiovanni | Living Out Loud — January 29, 2011 @ 5:59 am
Oh! I wish I could attend! It looks delicious! I am a painter… or I was, before kids. Someday… someday I will paint again and, maybe, attend one of your retreats!
Comment by Jasmine H. — January 30, 2011 @ 3:34 am
Oh – I so hope you’ll do this again when I can make it out to LA. In the meantime, I’m going to pass this link around to a few select friends in LA who I’m certain would love to join you!
Comment by Erica — January 31, 2011 @ 5:51 am