Place of my Own

My housemate picked up a gem of a book at the thrift store last month and left it on our living room bookshelf which I managed to bump into last week. I gazed down and saw this work glittering in our afternoon sun and read its cover, then decided to pick it up for night reading.

That night I was lost in a wonderful realm of imagination. Micahel Pollen's Place of My Own: Architecture of Daydreams had me hooked.

In his preface he says the following. "Architects do their work on the frontier between the ideal and the practical, translating wisps of ideas into buildable facts, and carpenters are among those lucky souls whose handiwork actually adds to the available stock of reality. To a writer, whose creations can really only be said to exist among the human speakers of his or her language, this is cause for envy."

I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THAT because that is how I feel many times! Placing so much focus on words and reading and books and speeches and etc. etc. etc. my body has begun to crave something, well, more.

Pollen has described something here more profound than I could expound at the moment. I think back to Sacred and Profane Beauty and the separate realms of beauty. Each have their own elements and special qualities. For someone like me who has heavily focused on words the specialties of words have become less exciting. I now crave even more so than usual a creative outlet of art, building, or music making that transcends language barrier more swiftly than mere English words.

Ultimately, what I crave is to respond to life, respond to creation, and be.