It’s been awhile since I’ve written. Apologies for that.
I’ve been reading quite a bit though, Ragged Company by Richard Wagamese, The Little Paris Bookshop by whom I cannot remember, A Moveable Feast by Ernest Hemingway and since it’s been raining all day, I dug back into and finished reading The Girl on the Train.
All very good.
I confess I’m not a huge fan of Hemingway. I love the portrayal of him in Midnight in Paris. He’s a drinker, wearing a wedding band, with no sign of Hadley, and flirting with women galore.
I will grant him his talent though. There’s only been two writers who have moved me emotionally – one was an excerpt from Hemingway’s, In Our Time, the other, Audrey Lorde’s poem, Power.
Hemingway also talks about writing in A Moveable Feast, which is why I think I like it. He wrote a story where the weather was overcast and dreary because the weather was overcast and dreary that day.
He also speaks about truth and determining to write a story for each thing that he knows well. With that philosophy by own body of work may be short. 🙂
Hemingway’s love of Paris seems to stem from the fact that you can be poor and still live well in Paris. It’s the 20’s after all – a roaring time, if you believe the Historians.
And, yet there was still longing, pain, boredom, death. These things are universal. There are some parts in the book where I do feel an underlying sadness in Hemingway. Regret in his failed marriage, which he blames entirely on himself – an affair.
Given the rainy day, I’ve been reading some quotes on rain.
Thick Nhat Hanh, a Vietnamese Buddhist monk and peace activist, said, “If you truly get in touch with a piece of carrot, you get in touch with the soil, the rain, the sunshine. You get in touch with Mother Earth and eating in such a way, you feel in touch with true life, your roots, and that is meditation. If we chew every morsel of our food in that way we become grateful and when you are grateful, you are happy.”
It sounds like a nice way to live, connected. Grateful. Happy.
I grew up on a farm and like to go to the Market to buy fresh produce. It helps me feel connected to those who are growing our food, to those who depend on measured amounts of sunshine and rain to make their crops healthy and abundant.
Next week, I must remember to thank the farmers at the Market. I know from first-hand experience, okay from second-hand experience (smile) that it is hard work.
To be thankful, something I need to work on. Will you join me?