I’m on holiday (=recharging) …; using An Absorbing Errand by Janna Malamud Smith as a guide back into the world of creativity. True happiness, we are told, consists in getting out of one’s self; but the Point is not only to get out — you must stay out; and to stay out you must have some absorbing errand. Henry James from … More Recharge
Gift from the Sea is not only a great book on being a woman, it is also a wonderful meditation on middle age This, Anne Morrow Lindbergh writes, is the essence of ‘coming of age’: To learn how to stand alone
Anne Morrow Lindbergh has written the best book on being a woman I have ever read: Written in 1955 it’s message & style still feels absolute contemporary.
Sunday is a good day for reading poetry, wouldn’t you agree? Sometimes poetry comes in the form of images, sometimes in words. Here is from the beginning of Sleeping Faces, by Robert Bly Tonight the first fall rain washes away my sly distance. I have decided to blame no one for my life. This water falls like a … More I have decided to blame no one for my life
I have to share this wonderful project with you, my friends! In 2002, world-renowned architect Peter Zumthor was commissioned by the Norwegian Public Roads Administration to design a tourist installation in Allmannajuvet, north of Sauda. The construction started in 2009, and just a few days ago the art/architecture installation opened. Allmannajuvet was the site of a … More Enhancing nature
I watched this video-poem by Aaron Fagan: which I really liked, and so I did some googling, to find out a bit more about its author. Here is what Fagan has to say about his own poetry – and poetry in general: The fact people hate poetry so much is part of why I love it so much. … More Full of nothing, or: There is only everything – .
Entering fall. Still bright and sunny days ahead of us. But if you listen, if you let the world touch your skin, you will notice there is also melancholy in the air. Darkness approaching. Charlottesville Nocturne The late September night is a train of thought, a wound That doesn’t bleed, dead grass that’s still green, No … More September Nocturne