Remarkable is the work of Brazilian-born German author, Lya Luft. By grasping the concept of death, she bestows greater appreciation for life. In aging, she compels us to embrace every season of our span. At 40, 60, 80, she urges us to defy the pressures of society, which suggest that happiness, love, passion, joy, fulfillment belong only to the young.
The depth of perspective and wisdom is mindboggling in her Losses and Gains volume subtitled, “Reflections on a life.” Her novel, The Island of the
Dead, proves painfully introspective as does The Red House.
Inspiring are the author’s inflections to progress through life’s throes; allow not our psyches get swept this way or that, cracking, shifting, folding to the superficial forces in which we don’t wish to bow. It’s our perspective that counts (for me, with God’s help), the stabilizer of any event—tragic or blessed.
We cannot predict nor control life. Whether we like it or not it ever changes, circumstances alter. We age. Our days are filled with losses and gains. That’s a haunting yet reaching truth. That is the profound work of Lya Luft.
“Imagine that plants had will, desire, and choice. If a bulb refused to be buried, could it ever really thrive? And sitting on the rocks it would starve without hunger. I have seen a fullness that follows a right surrender. This is Death and Life.”
Beautiful, isn’t it? While going through my collection of stored art, I found what I was looking for…a graphite drawing by the artist, Steven D. Scheibe (www.visibleinvisible.com). I’ve always revered the piece but have saved it, along with its description, until I revamped my creative work space—which I finally did over the weekend. Death & Life has its proper place.