Robin Hawke


A Hike
May 31, 2011, 3:22 PM
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Why, when I’ve written for years, do I feel like I’m just beginning?

This beginning place is not foreign ground. I’ve stood here before. I know where the path in front of me leads.

But, the creek I ramble along is overflowing with last week’s rains and spring thaw. Rocks I’ve jumped on are submerged; the water is cold; the trail hasn’t been pruned. The distance I make is accompanied by doubt and scratches and not a few slips.

I know where the trail ends.

It ends in the promise of satisfaction and waterfalls of clean, clear prose. It ends in jubilation.



Expand and Contract
May 30, 2011, 2:02 PM
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The field, with its scrubs and cows, is like love. Open ground, sometimes fertile, sometimes not.

The forest, dense with undergrowth, is like love. A deer path seduces me to venture into shadowed seclusion on a hot summer day.

Whether expanding or contracting, love surrounds us. Branched or furled, love beats in steady rhythm. My love, my family, my friends, my country.



May 29, 2011, 1:51 PM
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These things will destroy the human race: politics without principle, progress without compassion, wealth without work, learning without silence, religion without fearlessness and worship without awareness.

—Anthony de Mello



Love Out of Step
May 28, 2011, 2:36 PM
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There was a day, playing dodge ball, when I was the last girl inside the circle. The count increased, 6-7-8. I’ll never forget a boy named Paul. Incensed that the girls might have another turn, he threw the ball at my back with such vehemence that I landed face down on asphalt.

For those brief counts, 6-7-8, I was a heroine and valued by my playmates. During 6-7-8, I was unaware of who held the ball. I was agile, speedier than a ball, better than the boys thought. Invincible, until a boy named Paul forced the air out of my slight body with a mighty overhand.

My schoolgirl crush, I called it love, on Paul was not affected. His hero status remained and I averted my gaze when he looked at me. Even then, I knew Paul’s awareness of my presence lasted a countdown, 6-7-8; it disappeared when his craw became visible on count 9.

An adequate love is a volley of affection and reason.



A New Season—So You Think You Can Dance
May 27, 2011, 1:21 PM
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I’m not sure when dance and athleticism merged. Or when dancers became gymnasts.

Dancers brave space. Here on earth, they throw themselves into the air, onto the ground and around another dancer. Their muscles speed up actions or slow down time until my heart jumps.

This television reality show introduces me to new forms of dance, forms that compete for a balance between startling acts, natural talent and bold timing. Attempts to dance better than the contestant before, than dancers of earlier eras, garner both my amazement and my fear for a dancer’s ligaments.

I can’t explain why, when I love these performances, and this show,  I crave for a dance without athletic, supernova moves—a dance that communicates without an explosion of superiority.



Sweet Inspiration
May 25, 2011, 9:11 PM
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I believe in junk, trash and disaster, that they are the dialects of creativity. If I sit down to write greatness, I will fail. If I sit down and begin my discourse in the rubbish pile, let out words without the interference of my private censor, I have an opportunity to find value. It’s not easy being bad. It’s not easy taking garbage and raking through it, sorting recyclables from salvageables. I’m happiest later in the writing process, after I’ve chosen my vocabulary and direction—when I have an inkling of how the sweet odor of persistence will transform the stench of compost.



Affection
May 25, 2011, 1:25 PM
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Affection is responsible for nine-tenths of whatever solid and durable happiness there is in our lives.

—C. S. Lewis