In mid-March I had the honor of hosting Julian Hoffman, author of The Small Heart of Things, during his book tour along the Pacific coast. Julian was visiting from the remote Prespa region of Greece, to which he and his wife had moved from London fourteen years ago – inspired by a beautiful book and a bottle of wine. There he writes essays of place, wherein stories emerge coaxed by traces of movement, odd objects found, or unexpected encounters. Each essay is a lyrical weave of observations, a detailed examination of “the small heart of things” that conveys a significant truth. Even his salaried work takes this form; he details the behavior of birds for a cause, for the big-picture planning of Grecian windmill farms. Spending time with Julian, whose writing and other work emanate from noticing, was a quiet lesson in just that– in being present and appreciating what is here right now. Strolling through the Santa Cruz redwoods I had always loved, his enthusiasm for overlooked life forms gave me pause. His pace and mindful presence brought small things into awareness, and his appreciation revealed them as the works of art they are. In doing and protecting I had nearly forgotten the reassuring perfection of nature, the order and beauty in every living thing – not just the grand. I was reminded more by Julian’s delight over banana slugs, miniscule mushrooms beneath dead leaves, and lavender lichen encrusting the end of a log than by his more tenable awe at the trees themselves. At home, in the woods, and at Julian’s readings it was clear that his genuine interest in living things extends to his fellow man – that it doubtless originates there. As he spoke with my friends and family, fellow hikers, and numerous fans, I could tell he was sharing from the same heart that once attended to a winter moth, a half-drowned salamander, and a pod of dolphins stitching across the sea. In his attentive connections I could see the source of his personal peace and the basis for his warm relationships. It is a kind of noticing that exceeds observation, an awareness that goes beyond making elaborate notes, a knowledge that paying attention is a gift to one’s self and to all; for, as the poet Rilke says, and Julian reverently quotes, “everything beckons to us to perceive it.”
I am grateful for the rich gifts of Julian’s book, time, conversation, writing advice, and kindness to my family. But it is the gift of attentiveness that has already changed “the small heart of things” for me.
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Lisa Francesca
4/1/2014 07:00:06 am
I am inspired by your writing. You have received a gift from him and shared it with all of us. And that photo is phenomenal!
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Jenny
4/1/2014 09:08:58 am
Thank you Lisa for your kind words and for always being so ATTENTIVE to me -- you are one of those gems too, and I'm so glad you were able to go to the reading! xo
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Julie Lee
4/16/2014 07:01:49 am
I am touched by the words you find to help bring this rich story to life. I am very much looking forward to reading more. Thank you for sharing...I just got a moment to take a look from the link that Mary sent several weeks ago. Wonderfully written so far. Thank you Jenny!
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Jenny
4/20/2014 05:13:51 am
Julie, thank you so much for your thoughtful and encouraging comments (about my other post, I'm sure - the excerpt of MINE) -- how kind of Mary to pass along the link! I greatly appreciate your support. I'll be posting another excerpt soon!
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11/11/2014 05:35:11 pm
A first time visitor Jenny. What a lovely introduction. I've just ordered a copy online on the strength of it. Look forward to receiving it.
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