Mapping
I
have successfully taught one of my workshops now a couple of times and past
participants are eagerly asking for the next ‘chapter’. I had decided to break down the full day
workshop into three parts as each part is really quite a substantial subject in
itself.
Surface Rubbings from an earlier workshop. |
So
literally moving on from ‘Way-finding and the art of Psycho-geography’, there
will be another workshop looking at ‘Mapping and Territory’. It is with this in
mind that I have been immersing myself in many books on mapping, walking routes
using maps and rereading the relevant part of my personal MA research.
Robert
Macfarlane has had a lot of press coverage recently as he launches his new book
‘Landmarks’, I love the way he writes, he is a true observer of the beauty of
place. I feel an affinity with the way he approaches the subject. Yet to be
honest, as I am on the cusp of writing my own book about connecting people to
place (through the simple act of walking), I feel hesitant about picking his
newest book up and starting to read it. I know it will be enjoyable, beautifully
written and informative.
But
I need to refine my own thoughts, research and practice and concentrate on
finding my own voice in this ever increasing popular subject.
Mapping my post-it notes.. |
I
started to literally map my blog two weeks ago, taking subjects, words and
themes and mapping them out on post it notes in front of me. I easily used up a
few pads of pale yellow notes, arranged about a third of these on a large sheet
of paper and stopped. I have so much information and although grouping a third
of it together into specific themes, arranging it in an order that I understand
does help, it also makes me aware that collating and bridging all these themes
into a concise, enjoyable, easy to read book is going to take a while. And that
time will not be found in the Easter holidays!
One page of many to do... |
So
now it is term time again and even a short term such as this will afford me
some time to finish arranging the remainder of my post-it notes into order and
start developing chapters. Lets hope so anyhow as now I understand why I hear
of writers who take themselves away to remote places to construct such a piece
of concentrated creative endeavour.
Territory
We
spent an enjoyable week in Wales
over the Easter break, 3 days of it was spent about 6 metres up in an Oak trees’
canopy. We had travelled up to the southern edge of Snowdonia to stay in a
beautiful tree-house in a remote valley that felt truly magical. This could be
an ideal place to write a book as there was no WIFI or electricity; the water
came from a mountain spring and the heat from a log burning stove.
Fun was had with fire and glow-sticks. |
It
was wonderful for my family and I to have a break from virtual technological
connection and sink back happily into the true nature of things. The glow from
the candles and stove was comforting and real but stopped us from reading late into
the evening. There wasn’t a TV or radio to distract us either, so time was
spent well, living with the natural cycle of the daylight hours and dusk to
dark times.
Our tree-house. |
Because
of this we all went to bed earlier than I can ever remember doing, as a family
and naturally awoke relaxed and happy the next day as the daylight got
brighter. This gentle transition time felt so natural, as it would be, that I
wanted to try it once we had returned home, but there are so many distractions
here that I haven’t even managed to try, maybe we need to book a tree-house
holiday for next year to make that happen again.
Nestled in the trees. |
There
were 5 tree-houses in the valley, there are all located on one side of the
stream in ancient woodland, a final and sixth one is now being built. Each tree-house
had its own bridge that took you from one side of the stream to the other,
these bridges could be seen if you knew where to look, the tree-houses were
less easy to see.
From
the moment of crossing ‘our’ bridge to climbing ‘our’ tree we felt more
familiar to the area and started to know our place. As we timidly explored our
surroundings I felt an emerging sense of belonging to the home that we as a
family were about to stay in for a few days.
The
next day we felt we knew the territory a bit better and became happier to leave
it and discover the larger context of the place that we were staying in. In
blazing sunshine we walked a large circular route around the surrounding hills
and were able to pinpoint our magical valley.
As
we returned back to the tree-house it felt like home and we had a few daylight
hours to ‘hang out’ back at camp, outside, before stove heated water washed us
in the open shower cubicle under the tree-house and in the dusk we climbed back
up the spiral staircase to spend another early night in the trees, gently
feeling the movement of the branches, cradling us as we dreamt.
The tree-houses blend in, even in the Spring. |