I want to read Daybook: The Journey of an Artist - By Anne Truitt. Actually, I want to buy it or borrow it. My interest was grabbed while reading a blog I have fallen deeply in love with: The Noisy Plume. If you read her blog, you will understand why I love her without even knowing her. She lives in Idaho. Maybe one day I will grow wings and meet her.
She is reading Anne Truitt's book. The Noisy Plume put this in her blog, I think for me without knowing it (kidding but it feels like it because I needed to read it like I need to breath air):
“Unless we are very, very careful, we doom each other by holding onto images of one another based on preconceptions that are in turn based on indifference to what is other than ourselves. This indifference can be, in its extreme, a form of murder and seems to me a rather common phenomenon. We claim autonomy for ourselves and forget that in so doing we can fall into the tyranny of defining other people as we would like them to be. By focusing on what we choose to acknowledge in them, we impose an insidious control on them. I notice that I have to pay careful attention in order to listen to others with an openness that allows them to be as they are, or as they think themselves to be. The shutters of my mind habitually flip open and click shut, and these little snaps form into patterns I arrange for myself. The opposite of this inattention is love, is the honoring of others in a way that grants them the grace of their own autonomy and allows mutual discovery.“
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