Stephen Evans

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Stephen is a playwright and author of The Marriage of True Minds and A Transcendental Journey.

A Recipe for Comfort

Constant Comment tea.

The Christmas mug with the nearly faded snow man. 

A splash of milk.

A teaspoon of superfine granulated sugar.

A sip.

And peace descends.

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Stephen Evans
It was my mother's favorite too! and one of mine. The scent when I unwrap the foil package is almost better than the tea. And bri... Read More
Saturday, 02 March 2019 21:41
Rosy Cole
I don't think we have it in the UK, at least not in regular stores, maybe in specialist ones. I note it's available online at Amaz... Read More
Sunday, 03 March 2019 23:01
Stephen Evans
It is for me what a madeleine was for Proust. Just don't expect a 4000 page novel.
Monday, 04 March 2019 01:46
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The Countless Other Infinitesimals

“The happiness of life is made up of minute fractions,—the little, soon-forgotten charities of a kiss, a smile, a kind look, a heartfelt compliment in the disguise of a playful raillery, and the countless other infinitesimals of pleasant thought and feeling.”  

― Samuel Taylor Coleridge

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Rosy Cole
Hallelujah! Coleridge's thoughts (and yours!) are so much clearer than Emerson's who has a habit of obfuscating his own point. I s... Read More
Monday, 18 February 2019 12:09
Stephen Evans
I came across this in one of Jan Karon's Mitford books, so I can't say I really stuck with Coleridge. The Biographia Literaria wa... Read More
Monday, 18 February 2019 15:01
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For Better, For Worse

"There is a time in every man's education when he arrives at the conviction that envy is ignorance; that imitation is suicide; that he must take himself for better, for worse, as his portion; that though the wide universe is full of good, no kernel of nourishing corn can come to him but through his toil bestowed on that plot of ground which is given to him to till. The power which resides in him is new in nature, and none but he knows what that is which he can do, nor does he know until he has tried."

Ralph Waldo Emerson

Self-Reliance

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The Jesus of Silver Spring

In my novel The Island of Always, Lena (my protagonist) compares her ex-husband to Jesus—in that he loves everyone, just no one in particular (meaning her).

I was thinking about that today as a friend and I were exchanging emails on the subject of being alone later in life (I'm 63, and have been alone or on my own or however you want to put it for some years). My friend and I both agreed that writing (which is what we do, or at least how we think of ourselves) plays a part in that, both as a prerequisite, solitude being implicit in the writing life, and as a proxy, providing the joy and meaning that might otherwise come from companionship. 

Then I thought about Lena's line, and it occurred to me that there might be another alternative: compassion. Or perhaps the more personal counterpart: kindness. Maybe being kind to others, not just to other people, but to all the life around you, generates in you some of the same well-being that partnership might. It’s more spread out, certainly, easier to miss, no doubt. But maybe in aggregation enough to keep the heart alive. 

Perhaps in the end it all comes down to endorphins and complex neurochemical reactions. Or maybe there is a higher accounting, a karma to be built. But I wonder if the choice to engage with your little patch of the world in this way, each day, to smile at a neighbor, give a treat to a dog, or leave bread out for the birds and squirrels, can sustain the heart through the solitary years ahead. 

I hope so.

Hearts are important. 

 

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Rosy Cole
Steve, thank you for these lovely thoughts which strike the reader as a kind of awakening. My response has run to a blog post! ht... Read More
Thursday, 31 January 2019 19:08
Stephen Evans
Always glad to inspire the inspiring. ... Read More
Thursday, 31 January 2019 22:28
Katherine Gregor
I was forty-nine when I met my second husband. He was sixty-four. Who would have thought it? Kindness – true kindness – is a th... Read More
Sunday, 03 February 2019 17:36
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It caught me by surprise the first time I noticed it. After the trolley man, the house was owned by...
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So evocative - I wish American mothers would take their children to Moliere.