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Day 02 – Your first love
Apr. 10th, 2020 05:16 pmRight. I didn't remotely get this going, but now I am. I've set some parameters - I'm not going to look back at the past couple of times I did this, and I'm also going to weave in the fact that I'm in a lockdown so there is some journal of these weird times.
I think my first loves in previous times were my first partner and photography. This time I'm going with reading.
Before all these weird shenanigans kicked off, I'd ordered a copy of Little House in The Big Woods by Laura Ingalls Wilder. I think this was a fit of childhood nostalgia, plus I like to hammer my library repeatedly for any book that crosses my mind. Another recent read was The Country Child by Alison Uttley. I think I was probably a small fey child that liked the idea of a previous and more rural time. I'm aware that it was probably shit, but on the other hand I wonder how living in a fairly basic and survival orientated time would affect people's psychology. Were they more fucked up? More spiritual, or creative? Or did they just not give much of a crap about any of that.
Obviously the link to nature has carried on from those sort of books into the adult me. And also the need to be practical, and to survive. Which is standing me in good stead right now. A pandemic is horrific, and I am having terrible days. But I like the quiet, and the lack of complicated stuff that I feel I have to achieve.
I won't read any more of the series - one's enough. But now I think on it, I'm wondering if the awful days are linked to the feeling of being trapped in with a small group of people. Like in the books. Like with my family. And that's something I can mull on.
* edit - there's a Pa's Fiddle album
I think my first loves in previous times were my first partner and photography. This time I'm going with reading.
Before all these weird shenanigans kicked off, I'd ordered a copy of Little House in The Big Woods by Laura Ingalls Wilder. I think this was a fit of childhood nostalgia, plus I like to hammer my library repeatedly for any book that crosses my mind. Another recent read was The Country Child by Alison Uttley. I think I was probably a small fey child that liked the idea of a previous and more rural time. I'm aware that it was probably shit, but on the other hand I wonder how living in a fairly basic and survival orientated time would affect people's psychology. Were they more fucked up? More spiritual, or creative? Or did they just not give much of a crap about any of that.
Obviously the link to nature has carried on from those sort of books into the adult me. And also the need to be practical, and to survive. Which is standing me in good stead right now. A pandemic is horrific, and I am having terrible days. But I like the quiet, and the lack of complicated stuff that I feel I have to achieve.
I won't read any more of the series - one's enough. But now I think on it, I'm wondering if the awful days are linked to the feeling of being trapped in with a small group of people. Like in the books. Like with my family. And that's something I can mull on.
* edit - there's a Pa's Fiddle album
