“Ignorance is bliss.”

             GASTON
LeFou, I’m afraid I’ve been thinking.

             LEFOU
A dangerous pastime.

             GASTON
I know.

~ from Beauty and the Beast (1991)

Not all that glitters is gold.

“There is already a treasury to appreciate in our circumstances when we learn to see these without prejudice or self-hatred. As we may discover, once we are beyond others’ expectations, life’s true luxuries might comprise nothing more or less than simplicity, quiet, friendship based on vulnerability, creativity without an audience, love without too much hope or despair, hot baths and dried fruits, walnuts, and a little bit of dark chocolate.”

—from “Why You Don’t Need To Be Exceptional” from The School of Life

First Words

“I love you. Remember not to cling.”

—The Universe, to you, the moment before you were born.

“Ten years’ searching in the deep forest . . .

. . . today great laughter at the edge of the lake.” —Soen Nakagawa

While I can’t promise my new novel will leave you with “an aching gratitude for your existence” (thanks, Publishers Weekly!), I dare to hope that, if any of these Massless Particles have resonated with you, you will also find something special in the pages of the novel. Mostly, I hope you read it, and that you enjoy the read.

C’est la vie. C’est la mort.

“The candle is you. The flame is you. The flame is me.”

The Summer Day

Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean—
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down—
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?

—Mary Oliver

“The only joy in the world is to begin.”

“No one wants to stay a beginner. We all want to get better. But even as our skills improve, and our knowledge and experience grow, what I hope to encourage is the preservation, or even cultivation, of that spirit of the novice: the naive optimism, the hypervigilant alertness that comes with novelty and insecurity, the willingness to look foolish, and the permission to ask obvious questions – the unencumbered beginner’s mind.”

~Tom Vanderbilt, “The joys of being an absolute beginner—for life”

Lost and Found

“And when he has had his fill of ancient poets and students and the infinite dialectic that is literature and art, when his heart is filled with wanderlust, he chooses a traveling companion, fills a small pack with essentials, and walks off into the mid-May dawn, into the geography of the soul that makes the journey itself a home.”

–Sam Hamill, from his introduction to the writings of Matsuo Basho, Japanese poet (1644-1694)

Italian (on) Ice

“You already understand.”

I recently heard a clip of Joni Mitchell’s song, “Both Sides Now”, and am haunted by the melody and her voice, but most of all by the lyrics, which are just brilliant. They are not only about the magic of youthful fantasy and the disillusionment that comes with maturity, but also about how confusing, even incomprehensible, life can be.

But then, too, I recall the guidance of Seung Sahn, about how the mind is not meant to understand (or “know”) life. We know life by living it; and in doing so, we know it perfectly and completely.

Both Sides Now
(by Joni Mitchell)

Rows and floes of angel hair
And ice cream castles in the air
And feather canyons everywhere
I’ve looked at clouds that way

But now they only block the sun
They rain and snow on everyone
So many things I would have done
But clouds got in my way

I’ve looked at clouds from both sides now
From up and down, and still somehow
It’s cloud illusions I recall
I really don’t know clouds at all

Moons and Junes and Ferris wheels
The dizzy dancing way you feel
As every fairy tale comes real
I’ve looked at love that way

But now it’s just another show
You leave ’em laughing when you go
And if you care, don’t let them know
Don’t give yourself away

I’ve looked at love from both sides now
From give and take, and still somehow
It’s love’s illusions I recall
I really don’t know love at all

Tears and fears and feeling proud
To say “I love you” right out loud
Dreams and schemes and circus crowds
I’ve looked at life that way

But now old friends are acting strange
They shake their heads, they say I’ve changed
Well something’s lost, but something’s gained
In living every day

I’ve looked at life from both sides now
From win and lose and still somehow
It’s life’s illusions I recall
I really don’t know life at all

I’ve looked at life from both sides now
From up and down and still somehow
It’s life’s illusions I recall
I really don’t know life at all