Palace of Fine Arts, San Francisco |
I don’t know how many of you like to travel, but I love it.
(You may have guessed that from some of my posts.) I don’t do as much of it as
I’d like to, and until the day comes when I can take off on a whim for parts
unknown, I’ll make do with armchair travel—which, come to think of it, would be
good for those who do not want to travel, but would like to broaden their
knowledge of the world in general.
Of course, reading books and watching movies set in
different cities and countries is one of the best ways to get a taste of a
location. My favorite getaway movies include Shirley Valentine, My Life in Ruins and Under the Tuscan Sun. For books, I often return to old favorites The Enchanted April (also an excellent movie) or one of Mary Stewart’s older novels, set in Greece :
This Rough Magic, The Moon-Spinners or My Brother Michael, for example.
Now, however, there are even more ways to get your travel
fix without leaving your comfortable home. The internet has brought us closer
together in a number of ways—there are websites devoted to cities, counties and
nations with photos that can transport you there with the click of a mouse.
If you’re feeling really ambitious, you could learn a
language. Rosetta Stone, Pimsleur and Tell Me More are three well-respected, fee-based
options. You could also check out free podcasts on iTunes and elsewhere, or
check out websites such as learnalanguage.com.
My current method of enjoying armchair travel is Laure
Ferlita’s Imaginary Trip to Greece
(see Imaginarytrips.com for a list of all Laure’s terrific classes). Not only am I improving my sketching
skills, I’m also learning more about Greece
with every lesson.
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Whether I’m looking at someone else’s pictures or creating
my own, armchair travel keeps me (somewhat) satisfied in between actual trips. How
do you satisfy your yen for travel?
I confess. In addition to being addicted to books, I also
have a small notebook fetish. From the purse-sized notebook I carry for jotting
things down on the run, to the multiple spiral or bound journals that congregate
on my shelves, I own a number of notebooks that I’m actively using as well as
ones that I haven’t yet cracked open. And even though I have plenty already, I
cannot help but be drawn to displays of notebooks and journals wherever I am. I
always have to pick them up to see how they feel and what kind of paper is
inside. I try not to overbuy, but really, is it so bad to have separate
notebooks for morning pages, a personal journal, books read, writing ideas and
all things wordy? And maybe one or two ready and waiting for when I fill up one
of the ones in use? (And then there are the sketchbooks. I have at least five of
those with varying types of paper: sketch, watercolor, multi-media. But that's another story.)
I guess it’s a fairly harmless and mostly inexpensive
obsession—and it makes me happy. I’m all for noticing, savoring and encouraging
the happy little things in life, and my notebook mania does makes me happy. I love every stage: browsing notebook choices, gloating over a shelf of blank notebooks, starting a new notebook and putting a period at the end of the last sentence of one I've filled up. Then I can start the whole process over again!
What little thing has made you happy this week?
“Notebooks are like
attics, a place for treasures which sometimes turn out to be junk, but take you
anyway to another time and place.” —Cynthia MacDonald
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I’ve built many wren houses since my wife and I moved to the
country 25 years ago. It’s a good thing
to do in the winter. At one point I had
so many extra that in the spring I set up at a local farmers’ market and sold
them for five dollars apiece. I say all
this to assert that I am an authority at listening to the so small voices that
Thomas R. Smith captures in this poem. Smith lives in Wisconsin . [Introduction by Ted Kooser.]
Baby Wrens’ Voices
I am a student of wrens.
When the mother bird returns
to her brood, beak squirming
with winged breakfast, a shrill
clamor rises like jingling
from tiny, high-pitched bells.
Who’d have guessed such a small
house contained so many voices?
The sound they make is the pure sound
of life’s hunger. Who hangs our house
in the world’s branches, and listens
when we sing from our hunger?
Because I love best those songs
that shake the house of the singer,
I am a student of wrens.
American Life in Poetry is made possible by The Poetry
Foundation (www.poetryfoundation.org), publisher of Poetry magazine. It is also supported by the Department of
English at the University of Nebraska ,
Lincoln . Poem copyright ©2005 by Thomas R. Smith,
whose most recent book of poetry is “Waking Before Dawn,” Red Dragonfly Press,
2007. Poem reprinted from the chapbook
“Kinnickinnic,” Parallel Press, 2008, by permission of Thomas R. Smith and the
publisher. The poem first appeared in “There
is No Other Way to Speak,” the 2005 “winter book” of the Minnesota
Center for Book Arts, ed., Bill
Holm. Introduction copyright © 2009 by
The Poetry Foundation. The
introduction’s author, Ted Kooser, served as United States Poet Laureate
Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress from 2004-2006.
I’m always reading a book—usually more than one. Today is no
different, but I’m torn because I’m enjoying each one so much. Usually a
favorite emerges, and I put aside the others to finish it—that hasn’t happened
yet, but I’m getting pretty close to the end of a couple of these:
Just borrowed Outlander
from the library—a beautiful, 20th anniversary edition. (How did this book exist for 20 years
without my having picked it up?) I’m totally engrossed in Claire’s adventures
in 18th century Scotland ,
which is a good thing, because I only have three weeks to read this 650+ page
novel. So far I’m zipping along pretty quickly, so I think I can manage it. If
I can’t, my library offers a one-week grace period before they start charging
fines. Apparently I’m not the last person alive to read this, because there are
multiple holds on this book so I won’t be able to renew it.
Zen and Horses is an exploration of “lessons from a year of riding,” as the subtitle explains.
Ingrid Soren, who also teaches yoga and Zen, writes thoughtfully about what she learned, and beautifully describes the
countryside where she lives and rides: “It was a golden day in mid-September. The fields
were dormant, the stubble plowed under. The land lay quiet before the sowing of
the winter wheat. A light mist rose off the ground in the morning, obscuring
rust-tinged leaves as a low sun struggled through. Plums and apples dropped off
heavy trees into the damp grass, and blackberries shone on the bramble.”
I broke away from working with Getting Things Done, by David Allen, to write this blog post. I’m always trying to find better ways to organize my
time (so that I can have more time to read…and do other fun things) and this
book was recommended in something else I read. Allen’s system is by far the
most comprehensive I’ve seen, and I think that applying at least some of the
principles will help me. Some snippets of wisdom: “The vast majority of people
have been trying to get organized by rearranging incomplete lists of unclear
things; they haven’t yet realized how much and what they need to organize in
order to get the real payoff. They need to gather everything that requires
thinking about and then do that
thinking if their organizational efforts are to be successful.” I’m still in
the process of gathering everything together. The idea is to have one system to
keep track of everything—that way nothing falls through the cracks. (So far I’m
overwhelmed and intimidated by the amount of stuff I’m collecting—but
apparently that’s not unusual.)
One of the key things I’m learning from this book: Projects
are overwhelming, because you can’t “do” a project—you can only do actions
related to the project, some of which take only minutes. Ask yourself: what is
the next action I can take to move this project forward?
On a lighter note, I’m also reading Not So Funny When it Happened: The Best of Travel Humor and Misadventure. I picked this up when Outlander was “in transit” (on it’s way for me to pick up) and I
didn’t want to start a novel I’d just have to put down again while I tried to
finish Outlander. It’s easy to dip in
and out of, as each piece stands alone, and most are fairly short and funny.
So that's what I'm reading. How about you?