I found a $2 calligraphy brush
The delights of digging into secret stash… So many new things I can do with this brush. What should I write?
Post drinking session, Bun named himself 目垂西星and posted his “first” poem on the chatgroup. 50 years old already, yes, time to wake up…
散
椰糖色晚霞，浮云掠过我脸颊，
随豆花滑进我喉咙，自在
憨然半生，染过色的五十岁月，
说好的说坏的，都不许重来了
Hereby started a trend of the group composes, I write… with my “new” brush. To my surprise, my handwriting is pretty pretty nice!!!! Better than my mum’s!
Heart Sutra
It occurs to me that every time I feel unsettled, I trust my hands to keep me occupied… by doing repeated work. During my A levels, Mimi told me I started knitting a scarf so long that she could tie it to the kitchen window and escape 2 floors down in case of a fire.
DANG! I just solved the mystery of my fingers craving a cigarette in SZ. Ok I digress..
Writing long pieces of calligraphy text gave me the same sense of calm and automation. How to write in a straight line. How to write characters of a similar size. To include or remove the commas and full stops? More importantly is the discovery of 繁体… looks so much better than simplified Chinese… A thing of beauty we gave up for convenience…
I settled on repeatedly copying of the Heart Sutra – 260 words, simple enough for me to understand half of the words and 20% of the meaning. And I included a spin of the only five 繁体 characters I knew.. Sweet…
Of Close Friendship and Support
After 2 weeks, I invested in proper brushes, ink and paper. My Heart Sutra looks so much better on long scrolls of paper… So proud. So neat. Quickly sent the photo of my first completed greatness using proper tools to my friends.
60 seconds later….
Ouch…
Luckily, I have other group of friends…
5 mins later….
“… I can C rubber band, top petals shld be more enclosed… outermost layers to be more open-up to create hierarchy…..”
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Many many books
Ever since jotting wide awake at 3am one Jan morning to goggle “how to die” and received pages of crap “HELP is HERE Hotline”, I gave up looking for a POV and an attitude on death online…
Library algorithm pushed all kinds of books to me… Philosophy, Medical, Biography, Wisdom of Tea, Bayes’ Theorem on life’s predictability… Except for curve diagrams, I hate curve diagrams, I do not discriminate what I read. Took notes and dumped every change in my thought process to those insufferable friends.
A Calligraphy Scroll - Takachiho
Ichi-go Ichi-e,一期一会, a depiction of a scroll hanging in the Tea room in “The Wisdom of Tea”… A new scroll is hung to match every change of season – seasons of nature, seasons of the heart, seasons of events…
I never cared or gave notice to calligraphy scrolls in tea rooms before. My eyes only on what is placed on the table. Ah… there was a scroll in the Tatami breakfast room of Takachiho. What was it? Looking through photographs, for the first time, I realized it was 江南春 by 杜牧. Someone hung up a calligraphy text describing the scenery we were about to experience in the next few days. We just did not know it then. Whoever hung it there, your intentions well received, now.
On making sense of Dying
I followed her gaze and looked out of the window. It was a view of an annex hospital building. It was Sunday and there was no wind. Is there anything worth looking at?
In life, there are things that we understand immediately and there are things that takes time to comprehend. For thousands of years, human have been dying, but at this point, where is the accumulation of this knowledge when we need it? A clinical statement of “3 weeks” is not enough information for my brain to internalize into a something…
I cuddled back into books… I don’t like having too many thoughts in my head… I need just enough for me to settle on an action I believe. What is my position and point of view. What will she like or want. What do I need to do to support Ken. How do I prepare M&M.
Everyone griefs differently. I supposed I started grieving months ago. Hence, the days before the last hour, I was settled and actions came naturally. I can trust my hands to execute my intents without hesitance or awkardness.
The fresh tangy smell of peeled oranges right under your nose… isn’t this the smell of youth and happiness? Flowers… how to place them for the best view from her angle. Colorful paintings… will the new splashes of color on the wall capture her curiosity during the short time she opened her eyes? Will she go… “that looks somewhat familiar, I have seen it somewhere”….. 起风了, open the windows, is the vitality of the wind against her face another familiar sensation? Showing her some old vacation photos, I thought she gave a chuckle…
And then I write… with a simple notion that the Heart Sutra will reduce her fear of loss and death. Form is emptiness, there is no real, permanent self to die… See, it is the same, the more I write, the less mistakes I make… accumulatively, the path gets smoother and courage stronger.
The Reception Counter
The CEO’s executive secretary’s table aka the Reception Counter is an oasis of exploration, a happy creative corner… CEO will be happy to see the young ones next to her attempting to write. Yes, I bought rolls of different paper and plenty of brushes for anyone who wants to chit chat over beautiful things they create.
Despite questioning of purpose and all, the young ones do get it (after a while) that It does not matter that they do not understand what they are writing. The act of writing is a quiet return to inner self, writing for one’s own sake and the enjoyment of slowing down one’s thoughts. “Should we write one more piece?”… sure… “I have finished half, can I burn to show Ah Ma first?”…. sure…
Even elderly residents passing by stopped to watch the gals write silently and gave a thumbs up before leaving… Now uncle has nice stories to tell other old neighbors “I met a young gal who can write very well…” Life is made up of many such fleeting encounters that we chose to create for ourselves and others.
They say handwriting is a powerful expression of one’s personality and spirit… same goes for any spontaneous scribbles… It takes courage to pen anything down, esp. with a brush. A person with no anxiety taking the first step that risk ridicule, has no anxiety embracing life. Respect.
Death is about Living
After months of my intensive research on death… my conclusion is Death is all about Living. We cannot always live up to who we think we are. We learn about shame and how to deal with it. There is an over-production of truths by everyone that we cannot consume so I will only embrace what matters and walk away from others.
In essence, life is a theatre and 烟火气is important to feeling alive. In school, everyone wants to get into the Drama Club, it is most fun acting out different characters. I very much realized in the past months, my role is creating the ambience.
Will the dancing orchids flutter in the breeze, subtly making the audience realize it is alive and not just a prop? Is this incense’s smell too flowery for the remembrance of the mood? Is this cup better being Celadon, simply because I searched 20 years to replace my one broken cup? How is the aesthetic of the sound? And yes, I guess I will also hang a new calligraphy scroll in the background every change of season.
It will be delightful to one day, see M&M look up from the table, at the wall and say “mum’s handwriting has really improved in the last 10 years… did she write about the rain this time? She does love the rain…”
