In today’s newsletter is a zine about The Beatles, surfing, and the creative process.
Street art
Walks around my neighborhood have been extra-good lately. After declaring it art, I decided this Budweiser can needed its own museum label:
The text is from Italo Calvino’s Six Memos for the Next Millennium:
My method has entailed, more often than not, the subtraction of weight. I have tried to remove weight from human figures, from celestial bodies, from cities. Above all I have tried to remove weight from the structure of the story and from language….
When the human realm seems doomed to heaviness, I feel the need to fly like Perseus into some other space. I am not talking about escaping into dreams or into the irrational. I mean that I feel the need to change my approach, to look at the world from a different angle, with different logic, different methods of knowing and proving.
Calvino is talking about writing and reading, but he could also talk about my approach to walking.
If I go for a walk, the day never feels like a waste. Each walk is a little adventure with a beginning, middle, and end. On your walk, you never know what you’ll find or who you’ll bump into. This week I met Cindy Schiffgens, who was on the sidewalk painting one of my favorite houses:
Many are disenchanted with this city we live in. I find that a neighborhood walk is a method of re-enchantment. “Outside lies magic.”
My gratitude zine
I made a zine about gratitude you can print and fold and fill out. The link to download it is in today’s newsletter.
A partial eclipse of my heart
Visions are not complete until they have been set down and stepped away from, turned this way and that in the hand.”
—Lauren Groff, Matrix
Here is the moon as it looked through my telescope at 3AM this morning. Less than 12 hours earlier, I looked up while I was raking leaves and saw this:
Yes, that’s right: Coconut the Owl has returned to his owl box. I watched him fly off at dusk last night, but there he was again this morning when I woke up.
Looks like he and Mrs. Coconut weren’t lost after all. The drawings worked. My spirit has lifted. We’re so happy to have him back.
Heraclitus on sleeping
A few more bits from Heraclitus’s Fragments. (See also: The harmony of tensions.)
Filed under: sleep
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