I have passed the milestone of five years after the diagnosis of triple-negative breast cancer without a recurrence. Within the last fifteen months, both my mother and my father died, my father less than six weeks ago. Another passage.
Tremendous changes that are calling for momentous responses.
I started the book, the Artist’s Rule, in February. I got to the next to the last page in the first chapter, then put it down and didn’t pick it up again until last week, in a completely different stage of my life, where the message meant something entirely different to me than it would have ten months ago.
The message from the first chapter is about New Things. New things that I know nothing about – hidden and unknown to me, created just now, this very moment. Things I haven’t heard about before, so I can’t say, (as I often have throughout my life), yes, I knew that.
I’ve been called to something new that I haven’t done before, to go somewhere (perhaps geographically, perhaps not) I have not been before. I am not called to cling to the past.
The second chapter, which I will spend at least a week with, began by talking about these New Things. It listed some of the things the monk and the artist have in common, including that they “live on the edges and in border spaces.” That’s interesting. In February, I started a new sketch journal and named it “Borders 2012.” And then I got the book.