Posts Tagged ‘Prague’

 

An Icelandic Saga

there are places that change you

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travel is all about metamorphosis.

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but there are places which, though you may never have been there before or even thought of going there, answer a question your soul did not know until then, that it was asking.  I felt this sense of profound recognition the first time I stepped out of a car as a young journalist on assignment, and went for a walk along the stretch of coast I now call home, near Apollo Bay.  I felt it when I was at the Tyrone Guthrie Centre in Ireland.

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it was how I felt in Iceland.

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we did not go there directly. In truth travel is rarely direct in a real world or metaphorical sense, and people who imagine the means are divorced from the end are as wrong as those that imagine the end can justify an abhorrent means. The journey is part of the destination. We reach our destinations via means that shape and hone our seeing.

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and of course the place you leave and how you leave it shapes you, too.

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the day we left Prague was the last day of my daughter’s nine years of schooling in Czech. The last day of year nine, and the beginning of the end of our European sojourn. By the end of the year we will be back in Australia. Everything is tinged … continue reading

 

a feeling for snow

 

I have come to think of December as the Dark Month  

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not just because of the difference between a Winter December and a Summer December, but because it is really incredibly dark. Day seems to last about fifteen minutes, and mostly that is overcast day. You get up in the dark and go for an afternoon coffee in the dark. But this is only an observation. Not a complaint..

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because I have been in love with winter forever.

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it is not that there is no light, but that light in this dark month is always subtle, diffuse, exquisitely elusive. The land, covered in snow, is often brighter than the sky. This is not a light that illuminates or demands. This is a hesitant, tentative light that allows infinite delicate reflection.

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i love when snow falls thickly enough to blanket the world, turning the forest black and white and grey; the way the city turns sepia coloured, and the way snow swallows sound. I am enchanted by that particular silence that comes when it snows, as if the world is holding its breath. It feels to me as if the world has turned into a metaphor. Everything feels significant.

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…and the COLD…

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I remember once, in Prague, when it was 9 degrees below … continue reading

 

day one

so, the blog site is live.

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not sure yet what it will be when it grows up, though I have been thinking on and off of it for months while Min has been building the site and in between all of that long, busy, diverse tour that started over a month ago in Ubud in Bali and is ending in chilly Toronto on the other side of the world. I know I want it to be as interesting to me as the blog residency Inside a Dog was and as engaging as the Greylands Launch Site was for visitors. But I am very conscious that both those were finite, month-long events that basically consumed every second of my time and all of my attention and creativity. They repaid that devouring of me with real insights and a lot of pleasurable engagement with the form, but ultimately I know I can’t sustain that for longer than a month. This blog must be something else again. Most of all, it must not stop me working. I want it to be a repository for comments, almost as if I was writing it for myself – a sort of free hand stream-of-conciousness record/letter to myself – a mental glance around and inside me to note what has accrued that I might want to consider or throw out or consider more deeply. I don’t want it to enable a visitor to enter into an engagement with me, but to allow them a glimpse … continue reading