Signal Peak and Sutil Island
I’m back from my week on Santa Barbara Island. It didn’t seem prudent to say this publicly before going, but Judy wasn’t able to come this time, so I spent the entire week completely alone. I was eager to do it, though. I was curious to know how difficult it would be. I didn’t find it difficult at all. While I prefer being there with Judy, I was able to handle the solitude—I enjoyed it—and could have easily stayed a second week. Now I’m back in the big city and having to make the same psychological adjustments I did last time.
Tags: Santa Barbara Island, Solitude
February 8, 2013 at 7:04 pm |
Are you still looking for poetry sites: poetryfoundation.org
February 8, 2013 at 8:00 pm
I’m not looking for poetry sites. I’m looking for poetry in life. I’m looking for people with vision, who see truthfully.
February 9, 2013 at 8:10 pm |
I envy your time of solitude on the island. It sounded like the perfect antidote to the noise and clutter of life. Nature herself provides all the stimulation our senses need.
February 10, 2013 at 8:35 am
An imperfect antidote in that it creates deeper dissatisfaction with life here in the city and a longing to return to the island. I have to create the peace of that world here somehow.
February 10, 2013 at 7:25 am |
The wisest person sees only part of the big picture. Great visionaries have all had their flaws and struggled to find their part of the truth. That said, poetry in life is a high ideal — makes me think of Blake.
February 10, 2013 at 8:41 am
I’ve never read Blake. Bits and pieces here and there. I keep meaning to. I’m currently reading Lord Byron.
February 10, 2013 at 12:36 pm |
… an imperfect antidote… yes, agreed.