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Pay Attention

4/7/2014

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I heard the news tonight as I stood in the kitchen of our tiny apartment in the West End of Portland, cleaning pots.

Terry Gross's voice cutting through the din of aluminum pans clanging, through the ceaseless flow of thoughts. She caught me mid-air as I moved to grab another one off the counter: "... Peter Matthiessen, who died this weekend." 

Time freezes. Like a bell cutting through the forest.

That feeling when you're out in the woods and you sense a great being in your midst. You sense his passing footsteps.

And because of this, you must stop. 

I pull up a stool at the kitchen table, slowly sink down and hold my face to the speakers. And the obituary plays out. 
Meditation and the writing life

Peter Matthiessen was many things.

He was one of the founders of The Paris Review. He was a pioneering naturalist who traveled the world's most far-flung lands. He was a hippie and he worked for the CIA. He won the National Book Award numerous times. But perhaps most essential to his being, he was a Zen Buddhist. 

I first met Matthiessen when I travelled to Maine at the age of 19, when I was deliriously in love with my drumming boyfriend and had left my student digs in Leeds, UK, to come home.

We spent the summer painting an apartment building in downtown Augusta. We had picked up a pack of Matthiessen's audio tapes, Zen and the Writing Life at Borders one afternoon.

Tim in fact had picked it up and gestured to me that I should get it as a present for my mother. Being the kind soul that he is. And being the terrible daughter that I was at the time, I proceeded to give it to my mother and then quietly reclaim it for myself.

I listened to these tapes endlessly - probably 30 or so times over the coming decade - until a monk appeared one day in a Buddhist Center in Hong Kong and I was able to transition to direct teachings in a Buddhist community.

The tapes were from teachings Matthiessen gave at the San Francisco Zen Center. And I loved how he spoke about the Buddhist life and the writer's life, and where these two can intersect and collide.

How they can, in fact, be the same thing. 

My favorite book of all time may be The Snow Leopard, his astonishing non-fiction work where he goes on a pilgrimage to the sacred mountains of the Himalayas in search of one of the most revered animals of all time--and in search of answers to his own broken life.

It is some of the finest travel writing you will ever come across. It is as much as inscription of those peaks as it is the landscape of his inner being. He captures his moments of insight so vividly, that the insight awakens in us too. He was one of my earliest teachers, one of the great Bodhisattvas who has appeared in my life and pointed out the way to the path. 

When I moved to the US in 2009, eventually marrying that drummer, I decided that I would go and find Mr. Matthiessen; I would seek him out and ask him to teach me to write.

I figured out that he lived somewhere on the East Coast so I could probably find a way to hunt him down. 

As I sit in my kitchen this evening and listen to Terry Gross speak with him in an intimate interview, hear his laughter resound around these walls, it strikes me that the opportunity has now passed.

The
 impermanence of life is being revealed, like enlightened hands peeling back the illusion: showing me the truth directly.

"Remember death!" He used to cry in those tapes.

​He would speak of the skull lying just beneath the vibrancy of the skin on our faces. "How close death is," he would say, encouraging us to make the best possible use of this life while we have it. "Wake up! Pay attention!"


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Dana
4/7/2014 03:15:54 pm

Clare-
My husband loves his writing and has some of his books at home. I've never read them but most certainly will now. Thanks for explaining and making those connections for me that you do so well.

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Clare
4/10/2014 02:28:37 am

Thank you for your comment, Dana! There are so many amazing teachers out there, these people who are so quiet and humble and yet utterly change people's lives. Thank you for reading :-)

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Alisa Bowman link
4/11/2014 07:01:54 am

I got to this line: "I decided that one day, I would go and find Mr. Matheisson and I would ask him to teach me to write." Then I thought, "She doesn't need to ask him to do that for her." You already know. It sounds as if you've also met him through his writing. Some day, you'll meet again.

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Clare L Morin
4/11/2014 12:54:27 pm

Dear Alisa, thank you so much for your kind words!

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