Some days
the simplest task
shelling peas or speaking a sentence
seems impossible
like trying to capture clouds
on a windswept afternoon
Tuesday, July 9, 2013
A Stranger in my Hometown
I've been cultivating this feeling lately, transporting my mind into a state of unknowing wonder in familiar places. Pretending that I don't know these streets-don't know that that avenue leads to this one, or that that road is a dead end, that coffee shop isn't great, that person is a postman on weekdays.
One of my favourite things in all the world is entering a new town or setting. Why not experience it where I live, too? It's an interesting experiment and I notice more than if I were to just zone out due to familiarity.
Someone once said: http://amyvdh.tumblr.com/post/144770640/everytime-we-go-out-into-the-world-we-can-choose#notes-container
One of my favourite things in all the world is entering a new town or setting. Why not experience it where I live, too? It's an interesting experiment and I notice more than if I were to just zone out due to familiarity.
Someone once said: http://amyvdh.tumblr.com/post/144770640/everytime-we-go-out-into-the-world-we-can-choose#notes-container
Colds
One of the greatest inspirations for shifting a cold is the notion of once again enjoying the full experience of drinking a cup of tea.
Monday, July 1, 2013
Miracles In A Straight-Lined World
One of my favourite pictures overall-the ceiling in casa battlo’s morning room |
flower pots on wall |
There is an odd, asymmetrical pattern to Antoni Gaudi’s works that I find enchanting. The glaze on one
tile will be duplicated in darker or lighter shades on opposite sides of
Barcelona, on two structures that couldn’t be more different from one another,
and you just stand there going “….how did…..” And then shake your head and just
accept all the imperfect geniuses of the world.
I remember when an elder man
in my town proudly showed me pictures of one of his great loves-Casa Battlo-and
I just sat there trying not to cry. It was that
beautiful. And I thought, if I ever get to see this, my life will be
complete.
Now I have seen it.
And it’s not.
Because of course I want
follow-up. To sit for hours and sketch and observe and watch the light play
over the walls and curves and tiles. Feel the textures; trace the shell-like
spiral on a column, the roughness of the stones, the smooth arm of a chair
(little known fact that before Gaudi’s architecture career kicked off he designed
beautiful, ridiculously comfortable furniture).
And then there’s the Sagrada Familia, which,
dare I say, is almost too much for little human brains to look at all at once
and simultaneously appreciate. That takes time, attention to detail, staying in
a place for a day, a week, years…..
Gaudi arch |
Stairway to heaven |
Casa Battlo, House of Masks |
luminous hallway |
the dragon's spine atop the roof |
We also took a stroll (with our stellar, bottomless-wells-of-kindness hosts) through a textile community that Gaudi helped design, “Colonia Guell.”
World's longest bench |
looks like a ship deck Sometimes I feel as though we bumbled our way through this trip-not planning anything, not googling the best sights here, the best restaurants there. |
And other times I feel as
though what we ended up doing by
chance-stumbling across things and into famous squares or along main
streets-was perfect. Just the thing to do. Why
explore cities any other way?
explore cities any other way?
Of course you have to tailor
your preferences and needs according to your location and all, but it was nice
not to feel tied down by reservations.
I felt- in order not to panic and think about
all the things we wouldn’t get to see-I just had to let go, walk around, live
the situation, and accept that yes, right this moment we could be doing this or
this, but we’re not, we’re here. Look nearby and see what there is, etc.
There were times when we made
special trips to things-like La Ramblas, the Sagrada Familia, or the train
stations for departures and arrivals, but other than that we came upon most of
my favourite memories by accident. Simply rounding a corner, and oh look,
there’s the local market or the Picasso museum or Santa Maria del Mar or….
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