Speak to Him thou for He hears, and Spirit with Spirit can meet—
Closer is He than breathing, and nearer than hands and feet.
Alfred Lord Tennyson, The Higher Pantheism
‘It’s a strange thing, son, building your own box. Knowing it’s to be your last home—to house the bones that carried you through life. There was nights I’d sit and marvel at these old hands shaping it—these old hands making ready for the day they’d move and bend no more.’
Can forgiveness be found at a willow tree's heart? Might the future be salvaged from a curio store? Or, at sea, what is it that lies in the hazy space where water meets sky? These ‘wondrous stories’ are about people at the periphery, those seeking to sustain the inner light in an incredulous world. A dying man writes to his son about love and regret as he builds his own coffin; an exile finds her way home on a mythical steed; and a young girl faces the world's end with a song. Closer than Breathing reveals the monumental in life's detritus. Its scope is both infinitesimal and sublime.
R.I. Sutton’s illustrated volume follows in the tradition of such writers as Hermann Hesse and Ursula K. Le Guin, evoking the tale’s timeless cosmos and exploring the soul’s encounter with spirit in its many forms. It is the first book of its kind to emerge in Australia—an extended work of fiction created at every stage by the writer herself, using traditional handcrafts. As a unique and independent tribute to art and craftsmanship, this limited-edition work is typeset, letterpress printed and bound by the author’s own hands.
These are stories of luminous epiphanies and dark apprehensions, evanescent intuitions and fugitive glimpses, stories of hope and regret, love and loss and grief, of death and renewal...These tales, often gossamer-fine, altogether escape the claustrophobia and the clamour, the ideological posturing, the cramped horizons of much contemporary fiction. They variously amaze, disturb, soothe, move and refresh us.
Harry Oldmeadow, Author of Journeys East