The last week was long, intense, and colorful: the week before leaving on a journey. Last Sunday, I drove to the Alb for an autumn walk, and for a larger horizon before diving in the long list of things that waited to be done yet. "Lucky weather" I thought while looking at the forecast: there were rainy days upcoming, which brought the right mood to stay at the desk and just keep working and getting things done and organized. Even things I had postponed since weeks.
"Keep on keeping on" was my mantra for those days. And even though it was tiring, after that week, on Friday, it felt good to arrive at this milestone. I packed my bags while feeling an ease of things done, and not waiting after the island time.
Our flight was Friday afternoon, and at noon I felt: the journey is beginning now: the doorbell rang, and a friend dropped by to say hi. We could sit outside, and the red cat joined us. It was a feeling of: yes, now the tide moves to: Journey. Enjoy. Encounter. Relax.
And then the journey started for real, in a new way: taking the new express airport bus. Walking to the bus stop brought this curved sky moment:
The feeling of being in transit, it also inspired the digital painting / visual that I put together before leaving. As always, when going on a journey (even when it's just a shorter one), there is this part of me that can't wait to go. And this other part of me that wants to stay. Same goes for the other end of the journey: a part of me wants to keep travelling, another longs for the comforts of home.
The lines in the visual - like almost all the other lines of the previous ones - are a revisit. This time a special one: i looked for "transit" notes in my blog, and arrived at a poem that my friend and poet Rose Hunter once wrote, based on lines of my story collection "in transit". Here's the whole poem - such a good puzzle of memories:
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The Perfect
Plan
Rose Hunter
re/ visit
/cycle /turn
all the
spaces those
cubes have
created
like flocks
of ravens
a
concentric wave would
run to the
sides without anyone
interrupting
it
the
changing of
places, the
changing of skies
all that is
missing now
you have to
pretend you don't feel how
we can
learn lessons then
forget them
again
they are 10
cent a piece
against
expectations, this idea
of days of
space this promise
to see and
think and think and
see, until
it makes sense -
his breath
at the edge
of the ocean
this almost
tenderness -
the train
doesn't mind, it moves on
returning
me to where I came
from,
closing the circle
and I want
to go
and I want to stay
From transit day to first island day: we arrived in the late evening, which felt a bit odd as arrival time. But they still has dinner for us, and it was just lovely to wake up on Saturday, and realize: we are here. At the ocean. With a full week of island time waiting.
Here's a photo from one of the first ocean walks:
I probably took similar photos during one of the previous stays, but each day here is different. And it's and to catch the moments, and post them on instagram - see the flow of images there, my own and the ones of others with similar hashtags.
Here's the link to my instagram page.
Here's the link to my instagram page.
Photography... is also the theme of the book I am reading: "On Photography" by Susan Sontag. A thought-provoking book. It's from 1977, but almost reads like written for our time with all the mobile phone photos.
Here's a quote:
“All photographs are memento mori. To take a photograph is to participate in another person’s (or thing’s) mortality, vulnerability, mutability. Precisely by slicing out this moment and freezing it, all photographs testify to time’s relentless melt.”
And more quotes from Susan Sontag.
In contrast to all the thoughts, there was this simple sign that felt like a guide to island time, and to life in general:
Live well
Laugh often
Love much
Now, for a late-afternoon barefoot walk along the bay....
Live well
Laugh often
Love much
Now, for a late-afternoon barefoot walk along the bay....
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Links + More:
For more about me, visit my webpage blueprint21.de.
For more tiny colourful moments, visit my instapage: lifeasjourney.
This blog post is part of skywatchfriday, because I really like skies, home skies and foreign skies :)
5 comments:
Dorothee, the stairway photo is clever. Thanks for sharing.
Looks like a beautiful, relaxing place to vacation. I like the quote from the photography book!
I too want to go home and I want to go on the journey. Are we related?
This is really good. I like it very much.
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