Book Love: Robert Jordans first writings;Warrior of the Altaii

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I came across a wonderful surprise awhile ago, that Robert Jordan had another fantasy novel outside of the wheel of time series, and that in fact it was his first ever work.

As I have been delving into the novel, I’ve been delighted to see that many of his concepts for the wheel of time series came out of this novel. The altaii people are very much  the predecessors of the Aiel, with the sisters of wisdom evolving into the wise ones of the Aiel people, and many of the traits you see bleeding into his later work.

How Robert introduced characters from our modern world into the story is fascinating as well.

For anyone looking to see the beginnings of a master storyteller, the warrior of the Altaii is a great peek into Jordans young mind. I highly recommend checking it out.

Little Joys Ch.64: Tuck Everlasting on life and death and our part in the natural world

This post is part of an ongoing challenge to share a little joy I have found each day of this year, and perhaps for the rest of my life. I hope you enjoy it!

March 4th, 2020

Sometimes it is something as simple as a film that can bring us the joy, or simple serenity, we needed in a moment. I revisited an old film I had watched many years ago last night, called Tuck Everlasting. For those who have not seen it, it is about a simple family living in the woods, who many years before had drunk from a little pool of water from a tree, which gave them the gift of immortality. They could not be killed, nor age, nor change in any way. The movie is far from perfect, and as things usually are, I am sure the book version does it more justice, but there is a moment in the film when the father explains to a young girl who had discovered them that what they have is not living that really puts things in perspective for me. Here are some quotes.

“What we Tucks have you can’t call it living. We just… are. We’re like rocks, stuck at the side of a stream”

“Everything’s a wheel, turning and turning, never stopping. The frogs is part of it, and the bugs, and the fish, and the wood thrush, too. And people. But never the same ones. Always coming in new, always growing and changing, and always moving on. That’s the way it’s supposed to be. That’s the way it is.”

“Don’t be afraid of death; be afraid of an unlived life. You don’t have to live forever, you just have to live.”

The author Natalie Babbitt really captured the meaning behind the shiftings of the natural world that many of us humans desperately try to escape from.

We all live and die, as everything in this world does. The old shapes the way for the new, and the new revitalizes it, again and again, sometimes falling back, sometimes leaping forward, always bringing forth growth.

Although a part of me thinks being an immortal would be amazing, if you are by yourself in this eternity, watching as everything else changes and leaves you, the pain would be beyond comprehension. For many of us, we remain trapped in a way in our pasts, our emotions, never allowing ourselves to grow, because growth is frightening, because we have to let things die, but it is a necessary part of the wheel, for it has to turn, so that we may become more, and so that those who come after us have a chance to flourish.

Some thoughts to guide you into the coming weekend.

As always, stay health and let your geek freak fly.

Little Joys Ch.61-62-63

This post is part of an ongoing challenge to share a little joy I have found each day of this year, and perhaps for the rest of my life. I hope you enjoy it!

When life throws you lemons, make lemon ginger and honey tea. Another mashing of days due to life’s unexpected curve balls.

March 1st, 2020

Nothing is as potent as nature for rejuvenating your spirit, at least for me. I have found myself in a bit of a funk these last few days, as weeks of bad sleep, travel, and sickness have taken their toll. Yet I was blessed enough to be given a tip about a waterfall nearby the town I am staying in. After a 40 minute trek I managed to find my way to it, and it was perfection. I was able to wade out into the river and stand under all that raw power, and just allow it to wash away all the crap from my mind for the next few hours, it was beautiful.

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March 2nd, 2020

Human design is everywhere. As someone who’s heart lies more in nature than human architecture, I can still find myself pleasantly surprised and delighted by the design concepts and spaces we create. Having had a rather negative experience at my last guesthouse, I splurged a bit more on my last two days of stay in Ubud and got myself a room at the outpost penestanan, a co-living and co-working spot. The interior of my standard room is gorgeous, with a kind of rock floor that feels oh so good under my toesies, and great modern style, as well as a comfy couch built in that just sets the mood for lazing or working. There is also a great open space outside with pool and shared kitchen, and a really nice co-working space on the roof. It is quite pricey to stay here, but for those with the cash to spend and looking for a positive environment to work online and be with other like minded folks, this place is definitely worth checking out. I for one do not have the money to stay here long, so two nights is all I can enjoy haha.

March 3rd, 2020

We all have our little vices, some beneficial, some harmful, some merely temporarily painful. I have a bit of an addiction to tattoos, and after careful consideration, meaning a day or two of thought, got a new one on my chest, as well as a big touch-up and change of a prior one I had done in Canada but that did not turn out well. There is something about inking my skin that just satisfies some urge I have. Especially for words. Although I have a few designs, most of my tattoos are just words and quotes and poems. It just feels right to have them near me at all times. It brings me joy, lots of it.

For anyone wondering, the symbol on my arm is from the Zelda series, it is a modified triforce. The quote on my chest is from my recently mentioned book the slow regard of silent things by Patrick Rothfuss. I am highly tempted to get a Walt Whitman poem either on my back or my side, so stay tuned.

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Poetry Highlight: Shelley on the present moment and our finite lives

Talk no more

Of thee and me, the future and the past..

Earth and Ocean, Space, and the isles of life or light that gem

The sapphire floods of interstellar air,

This firmament pavilioned upon chaos..

This whole, Of suns and worlds, and men and beasts, and flowers

With all the violent and tempestuous workings

By which they have been, are, or cease to be, 

Is but a vision: all that it inherits are motes of a sick eye,

Bubbles and dreams; thought is its cradle and its grave, nor less

the future and the past are idle shadows

Of thoughts eternal flight, they have no being. 

Nought is but that it feels to be. 

 

 

Little Joys Ch.53

This post is part of an ongoing challenge to share a little joy I have found each day of this year, and perhaps for the rest of my life. I hope you enjoy it!

Sometimes we meet someone who’s life is just made for film. All the craziness they have gone through, the strange opportunities they have gotten, the bad events, they all tie together into a tapestry of years that seem unreal. Yet there they are, and they shift our perspective, make us realize how lucky we are, and how amazing the world can be.

One of the delights of travel is being able to hear the stories of others, it expands our inner world, just like a great novel, and puts our own place on this floating blue ball into perspective.

We are all along for a crazy ride, and if you keep yourself open to experience then you will find people who will share some wild moments with you, and a little bit of joy will seep into your world through them.

Stay healthy, and let your geek freak fly.