I drove in to Gunnison today for snacks and toothpaste and some alone time. I read a book about alone time a few years ago and I think of it every time I write that phrase. It’s mostly about solo travel and learning to appreciate little moments. It’s one of the few books I’ve rated 5 stars so it really made an impression on me. In the summary it says “being alone as a traveller–and even in one’s own city–is conducive to becoming acutely aware of the sensual details of the world–patterns, textures, colors, tastes, sounds–in ways that are difficult to do in the company of others.” So instead of zoning out on the drive, I tried to notice things, like how the song on the radio that kept repeating “enjoy this life it’s the only one you got” was followed by “Forever Young” by Rod Stewart. And then I started crying. Since having kiddo the words suddenly mean so much. I’ve heard that emotions are heightened at altitude. I believe it.
Today’s reading
Poem: Optimism by Cameron Awkward-Rich
Essay: A Kingdom from Dust by Mark Arak – didn’t finish. Depressing stuff about how rivers have been drained and redirected for agriculture in California
Short Story:The Great Interruption: The Story of A Famous Story of Old Port William and How It Ceased To Be Told (1935-1978)by Wendell Berry – not my cup of tea
Leave a Reply