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  1. #1 Behavioural and Experiential Science 
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    A PERSPECTIVE

    My creative life was, for the most part, devoted to the art of teaching first primary, then secondary and finally post-secondary school; as well as working in Bahai communities in teaching and consolidation activity, until May 1983 when I published my first essay in a newspaper in Katherine. In the last fifteen years, from 1983 to 1998, writing has increasingly occupied my creative energies. I trust, when I give up teaching in 1999 after some thirty years, that writing will come to occupy the centre stage and my creative energies virtually exclusively, except for the various necessities of domestic and public life.

    There is certainly some storm and stress, struggle and strain, involved in creative pursuits. One is a slave to the goddess of inspiration and the demands of necessity, real in the case of classroom teaching or apparent in the case of writing. But this goddess and these demands give me periods of rest unlike some creative people who seem to be the subject of continuous heat.1 Ideas seem to stir in me and urgently demand to be brought to light, but the stirring though insistent is gentle and, although it occupies much of my time with books and a word processor, the worst I get is weary. Depression does not stalk my spirit, like it did off-and-on until 1980. Sadness, yes; disappointment, yes; an inability to scale the heights of spirituality in some areas of life, the victim of passions and desires that I am, yes. When I get very weary I go for a walk, watch some TV, wash the dishes, make something to eat, swim in my pool, go to the beach, talk to my wife, or play with my son.

    I often doubt the value of what I do, but I leave its ultimate meaning to those mysterious dispensations of Providence that I have believed in all of my adult life. Writing has been, thusfar, like life itself, a largely happy and fulfilling experience. The art of living is at its heart a creative act. The behavioural and ethical guidelines that I have enjoyed as a Bahai have been crucial to this art and this act. The suffering I have had to endure has been crucial to providing a perspective on what in fact happiness is not. -Ron Price with thanks to Eugenie Schumann in 1 Johannes Brahms, Ivor Keys, Christopher Helm Ltd., Bromley, Kent, 1989, p. 157.

    There are so many kinds of creativity,
    the main one being a certain art in living.
    Being able to sleep in until 9:30 this morning
    after difficulties in sleeping the night before;
    getting four books from the library to keep my
    intake of print up to its normal day-to-day level;
    washing dishes, emptying garbage, folding
    laundry, unpacking food shopping, sending an email
    to a friend in China, having lunch with a former student
    and her 18 year old daughter and a long afternoon chat,
    some three hours and writing this poem: all done before
    six p.m. Now, you ask me what is the most creative part
    of my day? Perhaps it was reading the map after going
    the wrong way, or turning that verbal thrust into a
    harmonic. Perhaps I simply dont know.

    Ron Price
    17/12/'98 to 14/1/'13.


    Last edited by RonPrice; January 14th, 2013 at 01:31 AM. Reason: to take out the apostrophes
    married for 37 years; teacher for 30; living in Australia for 33 years; Baha'i for 45 years. Writer of poetry for 25 years.
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