“People are just as wonderful as sunsets if you let them be. When I look at a sunset, I don't find myself saying, "Soften the orange a bit on the right hand corner." I don't try to control a sunset. I watch with awe as it unfolds.” (Carl Rogers)

Saturday, 21 March 2015

Reasons to be Cheerful (Part Nine)

Caravanning for Scholars
A kind of underlying contentment this week, especially as I'm writing with a bit of a cold and probably should just take it easy for a day or so. Ah, sleep when dead etc. So, first of all, had a great time last weekend, including forgotten feelings of warmth and love and possibility from Sunny Scunny's Indie Cafe, quite a remarkable place with some good people there. Good news about dad's health, too - finally, a date to chop out the disgusting thing that's been growing below his ear (or what's left of his ear).

Writing retreat - I had a fucking lousy nights sleep first night, freezing cold and slightly damp bedding yuk. Is that where my cold came from? Can you get a cold from cold? (some of the Internet says the jury is out, so maybe!). Still, a small adventure, I slept in the main room with the fire on next night... and anyway got a shitload of writing done, which is very pleasing indeed. Having had some extended periods of time living inside the thesis also means that I have reorganised the structure somewhat, and that is both natural and good. So, pleasing!

Thoreau spent quality time meditating on his view and I was taken by the poetry of his descriptions of the colour and quality of the pond water in chapter nine of Walden. I wanted to shorten this paragraph to include here, but I realise the point of it is that it is such a sustained meditation on this ostensibly narrow topic becomes as expansive as the human mind and the universe itself:
All our Concord waters have two colors at least; one when viewed at a distance, and another, more proper, close at hand. The first depends more on the light, and follows the sky. In clear weather, in summer, they appear blue at a little distance, especially if agitated, and at a great distance all appear alike. In stormy weather they are sometimes of a dark slate-color. The sea, however, is said to be blue one day and green another without any perceptible change in the atmosphere. I have seen our river, when, the landscape being covered with snow, both water and ice were almost as green as grass. Some consider blue "to be the color of pure water, whether liquid or solid." But, looking directly down into our waters from a boat, they are seen to be of very different colors. Walden is blue at one time and green at another, even from the same point of view. Lying between the earth and the heavens, it partakes of the color of both. Viewed from a hilltop it reflects the color of the sky; but near at hand it is of a yellowish tint next the shore where you can see the sand, then a light green, which gradually deepens to a uniform dark green in the body of the pond. In some lights, viewed even from a hilltop, it is of a vivid green next the shore. Some have referred this to the reflection of the verdure; but it is equally green there against the railroad sandbank, and in the spring, before the leaves are expanded, and it may be simply the result of the prevailing blue mixed with the yellow of the sand. Such is the color of its iris. This is that portion, also, where in the spring, the ice being warmed by the heat of the sun reflected from the bottom, and also transmitted through the earth, melts first and forms a narrow canal about the still frozen middle. Like the rest of our waters, when much agitated, in clear weather, so that the surface of the waves may reflect the sky at the right angle, or because there is more light mixed with it, it appears at a little distance of a darker blue than the sky itself; and at such a time, being on its surface, and looking with divided vision, so as to see the reflection, I have discerned a matchless and indescribable light blue, such as watered or changeable silks and sword blades suggest, more cerulean than the sky itself, alternating with the original dark green on the opposite sides of the waves, which last appeared but muddy in comparison. It is a vitreous greenish blue, as I remember it, like those patches of the winter sky seen through cloud vistas in the west before sundown. Yet a single glass of its water held up to the light is as colorless as an equal quantity of air. It is well known that a large plate of glass will have a green tint, owing, as the makers say, to its "body," but a small piece of the same will be colorless. How large a body of Walden water would be required to reflect a green tint I have never proved. The water of our river is black or a very dark brown to one looking directly down on it, and, like that of most ponds, imparts to the body of one bathing in it a yellowish tinge; but this water is of such crystalline purity that the body of the bather appears of an alabaster whiteness, still more unnatural, which, as the limbs are magnified and distorted withal, produces a monstrous effect, making fit studies for a Michael Angelo

2 comments:

  1. Again Billy I feel so drawn by the caravan in the snow, the luxury of such a life, but sadly these days I can't say "without a phoneline in sight" so if I disappeared there the phone would still continue to ring all day perhaps more so because people would think I had nothing better to do than listen :O) Oh to have the time to meditate with/in nature, I wonder if these days Thoreau would have taken a 'selfie' and posted it on facebook :O)

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  2. Your idea of Thoreau's selfie gave me a great laugh, brilliant! He did speak about the arrival of the 'magnetic telegraph' and said this: “Perchance the first news that will leak through into the broad flapping American ear will be that Princess Adelaide has the whooping cough.”

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