'The world is blue at its edges and in its depths'
A book by Rebecca Solnit (one of the greatest author, poets, creators I have ever read).
This book is one to get lost in. Sentences flow as breath fills us up and empties us out. When full of intention, the breath washes us clean, rinses and wrings us of stagnant energy, allowing space for new energy, new opportunity & growth to reside. This book is similar. Allow yourself time, space and take in each slowly; drink them up and they will nourish every single part.
These pages are Yoga.
I could read each sentence over & over & over.....
It's like art. Every time your eyes fall on these shapes that form letters, words, sentences, they have new meaning, new depths.
I visited a beautiful bookstore in Southwold with books piled high around me; seventh heaven to my heart. And this little book was lying atop a stack. I was immediately drawn to it and opened to the page that read:
'For many years, I have been moved by the blue at the far edge of what can be seen, that color of horizons, of remote mountain ranges, of anything far away. The color of that distance is the color of an emotion, the color of solitude and of desire, the color of there seen from here, the color of where you are not. And the color of where you can never go. For the blue is not in the place those miles away at the horizon, but in the atmospheric distance between you and the mountains.'
I have always loved the colour blue. Me, with my brown eyes and my sister with her blue. Then there are the oceans and the skys where I fell in love with a free spirit. Rivers that flow into vast space, through earth, over earth, surrounding us, lulling us into breath, into meditation. Blue and green. These are my colours. My heart expands beyond the boundaries of my skin when my falls onto blue and green.
I was then gifted this book earlier this month by my best friend and I have not been able to put it down. It's love notes to the soul. It's how I see the world, but lack the intelligence or beauty to craft it into sentences myself.
This book is a deep dive into the blue ocean of the soul and if you are like me, and you love poetry and new perspectives, you HAVE to purchase this piece of divinity.
Every other chapter is a a piece named 'the blue of distance' and it alternates with heartfelt pieces of the idea of getting lost; physically, mentally and soulfully. Yoga teaches us we have to lose in order to find; lose our limiting beliefs, lose the past, lose expectation, lose attachment. Only then can we play, can we grow, can we move toward that which we really are.
This book teaches us the art and investigation of loss, losing and being lost.
The author artfully crafts words to wind you through her memories of losing loves ones; relationships, grief, mourning aswell as getting lost in cities, landscapes. She speaks of animals; snakes, humans, music, slaves. Parts that struck me were stories of explorers who became captured by tribes and eventually discovered they were exactly where they were meant to be. Even when they returned to their original communities, they felt out of place. Some chose to remain with their new communities and felt more liberated in the company of their captors, than in the communities they were born into. Then there are verses on her former lover and we are taught a story about a girl who falls in love on an ocean in a lifeboat for 9 days, only to be separated from him by her father when she is 'rescued'; she searches the world for decades for the right shade of blue chinaware to revive the emotion she once felt and eventually finds that she seeks so longingly;
'And everything will be as it was then. All shall be blue round me, and in the midst of the blue world my heart will be innocent and free, and will beat gently...'
And this little story reminded me of how I felt when I fell in love with a soul who lives across many oceans and how I felt innocent and free.
The author bares her soul. So exquisitely, so deliciously. It all resonated with me. I feel like I was meant to find it. Like this book was speaking to me. Many years ago; maybe 10 or 12, I wrote a poem about the colour blue for my sister and I remember publishing it on our blog space then and feeling so vulnerable, so open to others. It's so courageous to write pieces of your heart and let them fly free.
Books like this open us up. Sometimes we think we are over things; circumstances, heartache, loss and the grief and suffering that follow. It's good to have tools to work through what lies deep within; to uncover and delve into it. See what resides there and learn to soften the pain.
This book is precious. It's stardust in sentences.
I wholeheartedly recommend it. I can't do it justice.
Much gratitude to the genius that is Rebecca Solnit x