Maurice Sendak and a transcendent moment on the walkabout
“There’s something I’m finding out as I’m aging — that I am in love with the world…I look right now, as we speak together, out my window in my studio, and I see my trees, my beautiful, beautiful maples that are hundreds of years old. And you see I can see how beautiful they are. I can take time to see how beautiful they are.” Maurice Sendak speaking to an interviewer
Thank you Maurice Sendak. I imagine you at your studio window passionately waving and pointing at your trees trying to put into words the undefinable. To make the interviewer understand. To make us all understand how gigantic this shift is for you — this falling in love with the world.
It’s not that you have never noticed that your trees are beautiful. I know you have seen their beauty, but I also know that now it is different. In the context of your age, they have become beautiful in a way you have never experienced before . . . and it feels like love.
I feel it beginning too. My walkabout had led me to this place.
More and more I feel priorities shifting. A chunk of me is pulling away slowly and laboriously like a colossal iceberg breaking away from the mainland. I am setting out to sea into unknown realms which have nothing to do with achieving, winning, acquiring or succeeding.
The only thing I know for sure is that my voyage will end with my death and, since I know that, I too have begun, bit by bit, to fall in love with the world.
Seeing is becoming feeling. All feelings are feeling like love. And, as I lay on a gurney awaiting cancer surgery some two years ago, I came to know that — in the end — Love is all there is.