these delighful writing notebooks are perfect for a travel journal, to document one trip. or for one long writing session (there’s the instruction on the cover, afterall) in which you could write yourself all the way to the last page. or for a portable purse-sized sketch or notebook to record special moments.
covers are made of scrap or reclaimed paper from my adventures. inner pages vary. in this case albhabet paper seconds from cave paper.
hand bound and infused with inspiration.
(colors may vary in real life from what you see on your device screen)
How/When/Why did Beyoncé become Beyoncé? A lot of things probably led to her superstardom but I think these words capture something important. I jotted them down after Danielle Laporte posted them on facebook, and I think she paraphrased them from Beyoncé’s movie about herself. I thought the movie was a little…eh…but the album she released more recently, the day after my birthday in December to be precise, I’ve listened to about a billion times. If you spot me in Shanghai bouncing on a corner to an invisible beat while I wait for the light to change, I am probably listening to BEYONCÉ.
My obsession may pass, but there is so much that is inspiring, powerful, fun, honest, playful, and bold on the album. It made me remember when I saw the famous midwife Ina May Gaskin speak years ago. She proposed a strategy for making big shifts for women in the greater culture, to help bring about less violence towards women, equal treatment, ethical birth practices, less body shame. etc. etc. etc. Her idea was to counter all the phallic images scattered around town squares and government buildings by adding giant vagina sculptures to public spaces. The audience giggled a little, but her point is solid. Social dynamics are influenced by so many cues, arts and media and statuary included. At the time I pictured Niki de Saint Phalle-esque sculptures populating our landscapes, but I think something like this album is a kind of big vagina in the town square—in a really great way. It’s got all the usual trappings of a #1 pop album, but the female viewpoint is strong and fierce…that is how it feels to me. (On that note, stay tuned for more MORE WOMEN AT THE MIC posts this year.)
(You know I write these loves notes for you but of course they are for me, too.)
I might, *might* be getting the the end of the road of posting friday love notes every week, so I can make room for other things. I hope you’ve enjoyed them and you can always revisit them using the link in the sidebar.
As I mentioned in the previous post, when you stay at Baan Hom Samunprai, you share meals with your fellow guests, sitting at a long table under a beautiful farm house on stilts, next to a quiet pond edged with tropical blooms. This is a great time to meet random people from all over the world with fascinating stories. It’s also a convenient place to get travel tips for your time in Thailand. Over the course of a dinner and some post-dinner internet searching (realizing we may get the last two rooms at any given beach in Thailand, being Chinese New Year and not having planned ahead), we decided the next step on our adventure would be to fly to a city called Krabi in the Southwest of Thailand.
This was also perfect because Scott and Kaara, in a moment of low-blood-sugar type hunger had taken notice of many “Fly me to Krabi!” (crabby) signs before we met them in Chiang Mai. So we could enjoy some silly laughs about that.
At breakfast the next day one of our fellow residents said she’d *just* read that Krabi was one of the new Places-to-Be for 2014, so we were right on trend! This of course makes me hesitant to add to the trend by revealing too much detail here, but…I probably cannot stop the wave of excitement over a beautiful corner of the world single-handedly anyhow…
So—we flew to Krabi. Then we visited islands off of Krabi, including Railay (busy! so many rock climbers. 20 year olds. bikini photo shoots. but astounding limestone cliffs you could float under when the tide is just right.) and Kho Jum (mellow! beautiful. barely anything to do there. the only demanding decisions to be made are whether or not to have a coconut shake or banana shake, whether to go on a scooter ride around the island or read a book or nap to the waves. heaven.)
The transport in this area was awesome and impressive. Basically you’d tell a guy at the pier where you want to go. He writes it on an office label and sticks it to your shirt. You head out on a ferry boat. Somewhere in the ocean you climb down a ladder into a smaller boat. (This caught me a little by surprise but somehow my cane and I made it across.)
You get off on an island, maybe take a minivan the next leg or maybe you are just at your destination. At no step along the way did someone try to trick us into taking the wrong next step, or try to sell out the first person who sold us the original trip ticket. Somehow it’s organized and the money must get distributed somehow. You don’t fall in or drop your suitcase in the ocean. There’s someone selling ice cream and water and…I was really impressed. Bizarre, fun, and totally functional. Did I mention the people who help you are usually smiling? Oh Thailand!
I’ll let the photos tell you the rest. If you get a chance to explore Thailand, please, do not hesitate.
“His physical form actually works to his advantage. Philip is not particularly any one way, which means he can be anybody at all. One of the most important keys to acting is curiosity. I am curious to the point of being nosy, and I think Philip is the same. What that means is you want to devour lives. You’re eager to put on their shoes and wear their clothes and have them become a part of you. All people contain mystery, and when you act, you want to plumb that mystery until everything is known to you.”—
Meryl Streep speaking about the late Philip Seymour Hoffman in 2008 after they starred together in Doubt.
Annnnnd we’re back in Shanghai. It’s cold. But I can walk freely around my apartment! My foot is not 100% better, but is much better than it was before we left, the sun and the challenge of short walks in the sand followed by rest and ice a big help. What a strange start to 2014. Mostly sequestered by injury, then a beautiful 10 days in Thailand, two visits with family from afar mixed in….and here we are. Hm…
Below are some snapshots from Thailand, a truly delightful place to heal your foot (assisted by my trusty cane.) These are all from Chiang Mai in the north (and one from the airport). More stories to come.
“The rhythm and breath of someone reading out loud takes us to a world far away. As a child, I could spend hours pressed against the warmth of my grandmother’s body listening to her read, the rustling of her hand turning the page, watching the birds and the weather outside, transported by the intimacy of a shared side by side”—Love this story artist Ann Hamilton tells about her grandmother. (~Artists statement, the event of a thread)