What’s with the no posting, Elaine? No August newsletter? No Deep Thoughts? What the what?!
What the what is: I took a little break from… well, almost everything, except for my absolute most favorite parts of life; practicing, writing, eating, lounging, being with people. I spend SO much of my time and energy in the thinking/planning/doing realm, and not nearly enough time just being. I am too often not present in my own life.
And I found a poem that encapsulates that experience so perfectly. For this month’s edition of Late Night Poetry (our motto: It’s Summer, Go Ahead And Stay Up All Night), we have the wonderful Wendell Berry:
The Vacation
Once there was a man who filmed his vacation.
He went flying down the river in his boat
with his video camera to his eye, making
a moving picture of the moving river
upon which his sleek boat moved swiftly
toward the end of his vacation. He showed
his vacation to his camera, which pictured it,
preserving it forever: the river, the trees,
the sky, the light, the bow of his rushing boat
behind which he stood with his camera
preserving his vacation even as he was having it
so that after he had had it he would still
have it. It would be there. With a flick
of a switch, there it would be. But he
would not be in it. He would never be in it.