Following the Equator by Mark Twain

When I think of Bombay now, at this distance of time, I seem to have a kaleidoscope at my eye; and I hear the clash of the glass bits as the splendid figures change, and fall apart, and flash into new forms, figure after figure, and with the birth of each new form I feel my skin crinkle and my nerve-web-tingle- with a new thrill of wonder and delight. These remembered pictures float past me in a series of contrasts; following the same order always, and always whirling by and disappearing with the swiftness of a dream, leaving me with the sense that the actuality was the experience of an hour, at most, whereas it really covered days, I think.

Monday, April 20, 2009

When we read and write...

Watching too much TV is an ill of our society. I am curious how Lauryn will come back from India, after 2.5 months without the tube, movies, stereos (she did take her I Pod Nano and a charger) or ready access to a computer. Withdrawals or release?

When I get up in the morning I first start hot water for tea, then I talk to the kitties for a few minutes, and turn on the TV to look at the weather. If anything is unusual in the world I get caught up pretty easily. At work I might check my email 3 times a day, both accounts, work and personal. Then I come home and check the email again before I go to bed. Yes, some of that is Lauryn being gone and waiting for each post of her blog, or her answer to my many emails inquiring about various things--needs she has had fulfilled or not, things she wants or has learned she can do without, and so forth.

The mail? Practically nothing to note, because no one I know writes with substance anymore. Not that I do either--I have literally composed whole letters in my head, and never written them down to send. Sometimes, if there is a special occasion or crisis, I might produce a card or note of thanks, sympathy or birthday wish. Those amenities are little practiced by myself or anyone else--and we know better (at least we were raised properly in our family. In fact, our mom would blow her ashes around the churchyard if she knew how little we practiced what we were taught.)

These past few years I have written little. For a time I wrote book reviews for the Veteran's Tribune here in Nashville and middle Tennessee. I enjoy reading and writing, and thought this little job combined both my loves. A children's activity book and how-to book to accompany it were written and never published, and a young adult book about the Seminole Indians and Florida's first senator was researched and began, but I let the joy go away and never finished the project.

When we read we grow and become more than we were before. Books can change us from the inside out. It's a dream of mine-to write, and here is a new outlet for that dream. Adora
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