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Currie Silver on The Art of Being

Currie Silver is an artist living in Mesa, Arizona. Her colorful, collage-like paintings and assemblages offer uplifting affirmation of life’s bright side. Living with stage 4 lung cancer, she maintains a gratitude blog, I Love You, Currie.

“These are two things about me that really matter to me,” says Silver. “I am an artist with the soul of a teacher, and, learning is my heart. It completes me. Even now, as my life is winding itself to a close, I am learning and teaching and loving life. Every. Single. Day.”

Silver's life and art embody be-ing.

“The Art of Being is about being myself, being human, right now," she says. "Since I’m only ever in right now, this keeps those pesky expectations in their right place. The Art of Being is also about sometimes being some way other than my usual self’s way of being. It is about the place where joy and grief meet and take a walk. But while I might define it this way today, it's likely to change over time. All art is that way, so there is always movement and change, even when standing still or sound asleep."

Currie Silver offers her three favorite books on the art of being:

The Phantom Tollbooth
by Norton Juster

I discovered this book around 1969 and read it aloud to my campers. It was sheer joy for me. Learning to read it the way I liked best was in chapters, over time, and out loud. I loved being able to nearly recite it because I had read it so much. It’s a nice way to bring it inside so it can shine out into the world. It’s why the book is such a favorite. And why I’ve always returned to it when I’ve lost my way. Favorite books work that way for me. And The Phantom Tollbooth is a multi-layered favorite. An excerpt:

"It has been a long trip," said Milo, climbing onto the couch where the princesses sat, "but we would have been here much sooner if I hadn't made so many mistakes. I'm afraid it's all my fault."

"You must never feel badly about making mistakes," explained Reason quietly, "as long as you take the trouble to learn from them. For you often learn more by being wrong for the right reasons than you do by being right for the wrong reasons."

"But there's so much to learn," he said, with a thoughtful frown.

 "That's just what I mean," explained Milo, as Tock and the exhausted bug drifted quietly off to sleep. "Many of the things I'm supposed to know seem so useless that I can't see the purpose in learning them at all."

"You may not see it now," said the Princess of Pure Reason, looking knowingly at Milo's puzzled face, "but whatever we learn has a purpose and whatever we do affects everythinging and everyone else, if even in the tiniest way. Why, when a housefly flaps his wings, a breeze goes round the world; when a speck of dust falls to the ground, the entire planet weighs a little more; and when you stamp your foot, the earth moves slightly off its course. Whenever you laugh, gladness spreads like the ripples in a pond; and whenever you're sad, no one anywhere can be really happy. And it's much the same thing with knowledge, for whenever you learn something new, the whole world becomes that much richer."

"And remember, also," added the Princess of Sweet Rhyme, "that many places you would like to see are just off the map and many things you want to know are just out of sight or a little beyond your reach. But someday you'll reach them all, for what you learn today, for no reason at all, will help you discover all the wonderful secrets of tomorrow."

This passage has informed my life for many years. It has comforted me when things were going too fast. It has taught me to love mistakes, my own and others. To celebrate the wrong doings and the power of doing. I did a lot of heart art about making mistakes and being wrong awhile back. I loved that it spoke to people and brought them into a place where they began appreciating just being without all the doing.

So much richness in this book. Every pass is like the first time, only better.

Goodnight Moon
by Margaret Wise Brown

I chose this because it is a treasure. It is a simple little story about being present in our own world and appreciating it, as it is and as it is not. It’s everything simplified. Saying goodnight to the socks and the cow jumping over the moon is a lot like how I end my days.

It’s somewhat silly, I’m sure, but the reading practice of Goodnight Moon  36+ years ago showed me how to let go of my day when sleep was at hand. I learned this by doing. And by being willing.

Goodnight stars, goodnight air, goodnight noises everywhere.  

In addition to stars and air and noises everywhere, I say goodnight to my day’s shortfalling. I say goodnight to doing the best I could even when it turned out to be a huge and ugly mess. I say goodnight to my unasked and unanswered questions. I say goodnight to everything I have, everything I’ve lost, and everything that remains.

Margaret Wise Brown said, “In this modern world where activity is stressed almost to the point of mania, quietness as a childhood need is too often overlooked. Yet a child's need for quietness is the same today as it has always been — it may even be greater — for quietness is an essential part of all awareness. In quiet times and sleepy times a child can dwell in thoughts of his own, and in songs and stories of his own.” 

And she said this a lot of years ago as she lived from 1910 to 1952.

I love the way this story changed me when I became a parent. How it let me feel I was enough. How the repetition built the bond in my relationship with my son, even now.

Finding Your Strength In Difficult Times
by David Viscott

It came like a feather on the wind into my world when it seemed like Difficult Time was my default setting. Over the last 22 years I have read it so many times that it always seems to be just what I need.

Thinking about what I want to write, sometimes I will randomly open this book. I’ll do that now:


Surrender to this moment.
This moment is the stuff of Life.
Memories are past, both the good and the bad.
Fears define events that have not yet happened, and worry drives away simply Being.
Live in this moment, at this time, when Life takes place.
It will not take place. It has not taken place. It is taking place.

. . . Now is never and forever, both fleeting and eternal.
Now is the gift of Life spreading its wings in glad bestowal.
Now is Now, If you live in this moment, you live in every other part of Time.

. . . Now is everything, but it is also nothing. It is none of the past and yet it is all of the past, the tip of the spear of time needing everything that led up to this moment itself.
Ride the moment bravely and in passion. It is where you are most alive. It is where children play and where silence fills the forest. There is as much room in this moment as you are empty of your past.

I am in this moment being me.

Each little meditation is like this. Over time I’ve gone again and again to this source for comfort, inspiration, insight, and perspective.

Let Others Be Free

Let other people be free.
Free to accept you, free to turn you away.
Let other people be free to love you and to love you not.
If these words strike your heart with the agony of anticipated rejection, consider for a moment that only people who are free not to love you can love you completely.

I could go on for days. Some of these I don’t read for years and years and suddenly there is something in this little book I could swear had never been there before. I guess this is why this book has remained as one of my few real books.

The Art of Being comes in all shapes and sizes. Sometimes it is something to see, or to touch, and sometimes it’s something quiet and too tender for words. The Art of Being is sweet word-dancing. It causes my inside to smile and grin. Which then pours itself into my world. The Art of Being is the willingness to shine and the courage to be wrong.

Postscript: Currie Silver died on April 25, 2015.

Her brother, Ward Silver, writes: "To all who have found their way to the magical mystery who was my little sister, I thought you should know that she passed on to an even more wondrous place. Her art gave her great joy, and helped sustain her to the last; as did those of you who were touched by her gentle, vibrant spirit."

Reader Comments (14)

How very lovely, Currie. You are always an inspiration to me. Like twin rivers flowing similarly through a Grand Canyon of life, we wind and curve down life's path together. So grateful we can reach hands and hearts out to one another.

March 16, 2015 | Unregistered CommenterJill E. Vaile

Dear Currie,
Beautifully honest, courageous, inspiring.
I love you.

March 16, 2015 | Unregistered CommenterKathy B

I love you Currie!~

March 16, 2015 | Unregistered CommenterJeannette Cleary

Oh Dear Currie-
You popped into my mind just yesterday and I was going to email you because it has been too long.
Lo and behold, you were in my email today. Even a state of be-ing can be in just thought. Isn't that interesting.
Glad to see you!

Naila Moon

March 16, 2015 | Unregistered CommenterNaila Moon

Dear Sweet Curried, The world is a better place because you are in it. I hold you in my heart and wish for you always to have peace, love and joy. Friendship, Art, BE-ing, Honi

March 16, 2015 | Unregistered CommenterHoni C

I am so grateful to have virtually met you just a few short years ago. You have an impact on many lives with your Art of BEing. Thank you for sharing yourself, your art and with this post, a few of your favourite reads.
Stay inspired!

March 16, 2015 | Unregistered CommenterMichelle V. Alkerton

Dear Currie, how very pleased I am to hear from you and to see your smiling face. You have been such an inspiration to me over the last few years, I am so glad to 'know you' I know that you are taking care of yourself and you know that you are always in my thoughts. x

March 16, 2015 | Unregistered CommenterMiriam

Currie, I've missed you. So glad to hear from you. Just know that you are in my heart, and I send you love and light.
Love to you, Marilyn

March 16, 2015 | Unregistered CommenterMarilyn Gallas

Currie, I've missed you. So glad to hear from you. Just know that you are in my heart, and I send you love and light.
Love to you, Marilyn

March 16, 2015 | Unregistered CommenterMarilyn Gallas

dearest Currie, this is beautiful.
You are changing lives, my dear friend. One heart at a time. One breath at a time.
I am so grateful that our paths crossed - you are teaching me more than you'll ever know.
love, love, love - from your cold Canadian friend. xx

March 16, 2015 | Unregistered Commenterpauline leger

Awww, Currie, your words "The Art of the place where joy and grief meets and take a walk" are so wise and meaningful... it w like receiveing a hug and affirmation that joy and grief indeed has to meet to BE well... I have missed your honest and wise words. I also love your book choices. The first two are favorites in our home, but I love reading your insight and perspective on them...makes them richer and more precious to me!

March 16, 2015 | Unregistered CommenterMinnemie

Just as I enjoy discovering new little bits in the magical artwork you've gifted our family over these years I loved reading your thoughts on your most beloved books. Your words parallel the beautiful collages you create ~ layers of thought and insight and color.
Love you, jen

March 16, 2015 | Unregistered CommenterJenni Shakir

Thank you for sharing your BEautiful philosophy of life, my dear blogging friend. Blessings!

March 17, 2015 | Unregistered CommenterArnoldo L. Romero

Dear Readers,
Thank you for your love for and encouragement of Currie Silver, and this piece she wrote.

I'm sad to report that Currie Silver passed away on April 25, 2015.

Her brother, Ward Silver, writes: "To all who have found their way to the magical mystery who was my little sister, I thought you should know that she passed on to an even more wondrous place. Her art gave her great joy, and helped sustain her to the last; as did those of you who were touched by her gentle, vibrant spirit."

Drew Myron
Director of Push Pull Books

April 30, 2015 | Registered CommenterDrew Myron

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