He’s there most days – surveying his territory. Sometimes standing motionless as if sculpted. Today the blue sky provided rather a nice backdrop – a contrast to some of the stormy grey we’ve had of late. I’ve yet to capture him against one of our beautiful sunsets though.
The Wigtown Book Festival started last Friday – hence the rather long silence and lack of writing anything here. So many thought provoking talks from a wide variety of authors. More on this at a later date. Just now, I need to take stock – rather like the gull.
On Saturday I’ll be listening to a man I greatly admire, someone I’ve written about before – Richard Holloway. He’ll be talking about his latest book Waiting for the Last Bus. As I mentioned on an earlier post, he has referred to amor fati – learning to accept the bad as well as the good things that we’re faced with. Today, I learned that a dear friend is about to put that to the test as she waits for a major operation on her brain.
Somehow, the gull against the sky seemed a calming image to focus on.
Not love of the obese
but an embrace of fate.
Nietzsche quoted, not
by me, but by Kate.
Amor fati, it sticks
in my mind, these found
captured not mined.
A short and sweet
maxim, difficult to keep.
Embrace the good and bad,
life delivers at your feet
so easy to say, but not to keep.
Amor fati – found in the novel by Kate Atkinson ‘Life After Life’
Kate Atkinson isn’t the only one to have quoted amor fati. I came across it again when reading Richard Holloway’s latest book Waiting for the Last Bus, Reflections on Life and Death. This book, like much of his writing, is thought provoking and inspiring. In addition to Nietzsche*, Richard Holloway quotes extensively from many writers and philosophers. Have you ever read a book that you hesitate to lend to anyone because you don’t want to part with it? Then you’ll know the feeling I have about this one. I just want to make a bulk buy for some of my closest friends!
You’ll find the following in Waiting for the Last Bus on p150
* ‘…I hope I have enough time left at the table to get better at what Nietzsche called amor fati, love of the fate I was dealt, the life that wove itself on the loom, the person I was.’
What a man he is – and thankfully, he’s still writing.
NB Look for amor fati in Nietzsche’s Ecce Homo II