Posts Tagged Writing

My own digital detox

Posted by on Monday, 6 August, 2012

img_4553Last week, Jean and I journeyed out to the coast for a brief 3 day respite at the Sylvia Beach Hotel; a lovely, historic place, where wi-fi does not exist. So, in honour of Jean’s birthday we simply relaxed; sitting by the windows of the third floor library, feet up, nose in our books, only to periodically lift our heads to stare out to the sea. The image to the left is the view to the north from our room, also seen from the library’s north side window as well. This should give you a fair sense of the mood of the trip.

Out through the west-facing windows was only the open sea. At glances, the current of the ocean from North to South, gave me the impression of movement; as if on an ocean liner bound for some great destination. I was struck with a sense of journey, of travel without leaving the comfort of the hotel’s library. My wanderlust both stoked and simultaneously satiated; a juxtaposing desire to go and yet remain still. It was the perfect storm of emotions for diving into a book and devouring page upon page.

We did get out for a bit as well, both nights taking part in the family style dinner, and engaging in wonderful conversation with our table mates. We also made our way up the beach a bit to gawk (before it was removed) at the dock which had washed up on the shoreline after the Tsunami had broken it loose of its moorings in Japan. Of course, being us, we also made it out to the two local lighthouses. And Wednesday as we departed for home, we made one last stop at the Aquarium. All were fun and worthwhile endeavors, providing me with a few photo opportunities, but none of which compared to the opportunity provided to just sit and be.

So, enjoy the photos, but know that they won’t do justice to the experience of staying at the Sylvia Beach Hotel…

Finding my path to the woods….

Posted by on Tuesday, 24 July, 2012

img_2002_soft_warm I have a lot of stuff floating around in my head when it comes to content for this blog whether it is relevant to current events, social media, or just aimless ramblings. Sometimes, though, the best thing I can post is another’s words in place of my own:

“I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practise resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms, and, if it proved to be mean, why then to get the whole and genuine meanness of it, and publish its meanness to the world; or if it were sublime, to know it by experience, and be able to give a true account of it in my next excursion… ”
― Henry David Thoreau, Walden: Or, Life in the Woods

These have been echoing in my head recently; words that have followed me for over twenty-three years since I first encountered them in high school, thanks to the Dead Poet’s Society. Words which have been shaping who I am ever since.

Now, excuse me for a bit as I go outside to sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world and celebrate myself…





This is not a resolution…

Posted by on Friday, 30 December, 2011

… but…

I WILL be back to blogging once per week in 2012. The latter three months in 2011 became a bit hectic for me which resulted in an emotional depletion of energy, which in turn meant I had no energy left to write. This became overly evident to me in my vain failed attempt to do NaNoWriMo this year. I’d thought that forcing myself to write would jump start me back into the habit, but alas, it just proved too much this time round and I ran out of gas by day 15 without hopes of completion, nor inspiration to continue.

Odd, though, since I HAVE been inspired to blog and write… the muse has been working in my head, just the time and energy seem to have found other venues. Wouldn’t it be nice for the muse to bring her own energy reserves along for the ride, so that when inspiration hits you also have the energy to put the words to paper? Ah, to be so lucky.

That all said, my 2011 goal was to blog once per week, and in general I almost accomplished that… here… If you add in the 3 Drunken Celts blog, and my work blog (in which I posted on average about 3.75 times per week), then I think I actually blew my goal out of the water. But I can’t, in good conscience, claim my work blog as part of the goal since the spirit of it was to blog personally and flex a more creative muscle than I am able to at work. So, I’m maintaining that goal for 2012 as well: one personal blog of some substance, per week, all year, no exceptions, no excuses. If 2012 shapes out to be as interesting as it seems from my present viewpoint, I shouldn’t be worrying about a lack of topics to discuss or experiences to relay.

I am hoping that with some added focus I can make this coming year the year of “Very BIG THINGS” for me, see some of my efforts start to pay off, and possibly become one of those few critical pivotal years in my life…. we shall see.

I’ll leave you with this: one of my recent photographs taken from within my home office on a rather chilly day, the ice had built up a bit overnight on the roof below my window, and then the sun peaked out… perhaps this will also be the year in which I take my photography to a new level as well…

A study in texture:

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