Showing posts with label joy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label joy. Show all posts

Laying Memories on the Hearth



Frances Mayes is one of my favorite authors. 
In her latest work,
  A Year In the World, Journeys of a Passionate Traveller, 
she explains the allure of travel
 in a manner that captures it perfectly. 


Last week I, too, experienced the joy 
of a journey unfolding before me.  
Let Frances narrate as I share images 
from my travels over those four days.  

Come along, won't you?  

View from the Castle Restaurant ~ Dunleith Planation, Natchez, MS

Travel pushes my boundries.

Seemingly self-indulgent, travel
paradoxically obliterates me-me-me,
because very quickly--
pretissimo--the own little self
is unlocked from the present
and released to move through
layers of time.


Upper floors {unfinished due to the Civil War}
Longwood Plantation, Natchez, MS

You are released also because
you are insignificant to the life
of the new place.



Illinois and Michigan monuments,
Vicksburg Battleground, Vicksburg, MS

When you travel,  you become
invisible, if you want.





I do want.

I like to be the observer.




What makes these people
who they are?  
Could I feel at home here?





No one expects you to
have the stacks of papers
back by Tuesday, or
to check messages or
to fertilize the geraniums.....




Travel releases spontaneity.
You become a godlike creature
full of choice, free to visit
the stately pleasure domes....





....sketch a bell tower,
read a history.....






You open, as in childhood,
and--for a time--
receive this world.




Moon over Dunleith



There's the visceral aspect,
too--the huntress who is free.





Free to go, free to return
home bringing memories
to lay on the hearth.






Thank you for traveling with me.
Your comments have been so meaningful
and precious.


Now,
enjoy this weekend...
Go out as a traveler 
in your own life, pause and
receive this world!

[1 Country Living] [All others: Privet and Holly]


When Do We Stop Running?

Thank you to the amazing Elma Claassen on Flickr!
I stepped outside my children's school the other day
into the sunshine.  I was parked quite far away from
the front door and I found myself wanting to.....run!
I was feeling happy and the birds were chirping and
I had a a lot of stops to make on my way home.  "I
should just run to my car, " I thought.  "It will save time."

Which led me to ponder this question:
When do we stop running?



Not for exercise or to save time, but just for the joy
of movement, of propelling oneself headlong
into the great wide world?

  

The next day I was again at school.
It was dismissal time and another beautiful afternoon.
Groups of younger children clustered on the school  lawn,
chasing each other, skipping, hopping and....running.
With exuberance, abandon and complete lack of self-consciousness.





When do we stop running?

When we leave grade school?  Before?  After? 
When does running as part of our DNA turn into something else?
Do you remember?




It's my birthday today and I turn.....
Well, let's just say the two digits add up to 12.
Hint:  I’m not 84 or 66, yet.
{Ah, to be 12 again.  Was I still running at 12?}



Every day I wake up with the knowledge
that my time on this planet
is finite.
I want to cram as much loving and learning and living
into every 24 hours as I possibly can.

This year, I will run!


  One can never consent to creep when one feels an impulse to soar.
-Helen Keller

Other Flickr images:  hoyasmeg, Andy Hay, Umair Mohsin, 


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