Teach me to touch the unseen, lonely heart
With laughter, or the quick release of tears.
Let me portray the courage that ensues
Defiant in the face of pain or death;
The kindness and the gentleness of those
Who fight against the anger of the world;
The beauty hidden in the smallest things;
The mystery, the wonder of it all...
A Touch of Wonder.
(To be displayed proudly on all book reviewer's desks!)
There. Arthur Gordon's done it again. Eighteen years since I first bought this e-book, having got tired of passing it by in used book stores since the 1970's.
Did those lines touch you to the heart? Gordon, seasoned war veteran that he was, and adroit journalist of most of the great magazines in the late past millenium, knew well he did that to folks with his homespun tales, memories and loose ends gathered herein.
And he touched my own heart to its very quick in 2005, dissolving its humid mists of workplace burnout in the first months of my retirement, and sowing seeds of new hope in their place.
In the first place, in 2005 the Western World was still reeling from 9/11. We were experiencing the first millennial seismic shake up (the first of many!).
But I, free of the workplace for the first time in my life, just wanted to READ. So I fled my armchair sciatic strictures at the first breath of spring to spend my severance cheque on books.
At that moment in April I felt wonderful. Pain or no pain.
No more orders. No more "yes sir, no sir, three bags full sir.'
Free.
With two satchels crammed full of books (along with this one), I marched home, Light of Foot! Those were the days.
Other friends had already retired, and this book played vade mecum for us then, tagging along, for example, on day trips to such exotic Canadian venues as Montebello, Quebec - with our friends down the street, strolling through 18th century museums and laughing so heartily at nothing in particular other than that we felt so freely unfettered!
Ah, those were indeed the days, before the Nor-Easterly of the viral twenties started to chill our bones and hearts...
And our sagging spirits!
***
Last night a good friend sent me a ground-breaking article out of Scientific American called Moral Injury - A New Epidemic. That's what we have all suffered. We are starting to live in a moral void.
Arthur Gordon would just smile and say that that's OK - For we have only missed the point!
The little things that have always cheered us are STILL THERE.
But we have buried them with our endless worrying.
***
All that we must do, Gordon might say now, is to drop our obsession with the power of technology. Go back to simple things. Breathing. Smiling. Having the odd good cry.
You know, there was a great deal of wisdom in the Hippie Years - from Arthur Gordon - and from this little poem that graced kids' bedrooms then:
DESIDERATA
Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there might be in silence...
Speak your truth quietly and clearly, and listen to others, even to the dull and ignorant: they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons: they are vexatious to the spirit.
Beyond wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars: you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive him to be.
With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.
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Thank you, Mr. Gordon. FIVE STARS.