23 February, 2010

Just Writing



My journals get used for many things - bad poetry, clumsy observation, half-formed thoughts,  the odd sketch, and other trivial miscellany. Sometimes, my writing takes place in the quiet of the tea-table. It is a conversation with myself, in a way, or a conversation between no-one and no-one else.  No purpose, just writing. It just is.

Flipping over the front cover of my current book, I see that it is "Book 37". Even discounting the fact that I skipped "Book 13" due to my much-ridiculed susperstitions, that still leaves three dozen books filled with nonsense.  "Book 1" was started in the back seat of my parents' car, as they drove me off to university for my first term as an undergraduate, over twelve years ago.  Much has changed since then, but there is something special about having a direct link with the thoughts of this other person whom you once were.  Strange, but familiar.  Distant, but somehow immediate.

A small portion of my journals, as you will have gathered from the photographs shown on the Half-Dipper, contain thoughts on teas that I drink, which are entwined with my thoughts for the day.  There are plenty of examples of my warblings cluttering up old pages here and there on this web-site, which form the subset of my writing that I hope you, Gentle Reader, might find appealing.

Some days I write, some days I just drink, some days I fret, some days I sit contented.  It just works out the way it wants to work out.  The tea-session is a remarkable experience for me, akin to my zazen or taijiquan. It's something that is easily missed when it is not available.

As I flicked back through the pages of a few journals, I noticed that it has been exactly five months since we began renovating our house, and thus it has been five months since my last tea session, office tea not withstanding. My last tea-related entry was two journals ago! Heavens, has it been so long? Even given the fact that one journal is a haibun of sorts from our recent Chinese wanderings (excerpts of which I shall inflict upon you in due course), that's a lot of ink that has flowed since my tea-table last saw action.




Dusty week-ends, builders coming-and-going, a winter without central heating - the process of renovating an old house is not a light task.  However, it is coming to a completion.  The closer we get, the more vividly I can taste the tea.

Tea and the process of writing are so closely coupled in my habits.  I look forward to excerising myself back at the tea-table.

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

Nonsense is right! You're a twat!

Seriously though, looking forward to resumption of the blog.

Hobbes said...

Priceless :)

Adam Yusko said...

I look forward to when you grace us with your reviews once more :).

Adam

Hobbes said...

Dear Adam,

While I'm not convinced that "grace" is quite the verb I'd use, I appreciate the comment. ;)


Toodlepip,

Hobbes

Anonymous said...

A truly poetic blog. Thoroughly enjoyable and calming.

Hobbes said...

Dear Anonymous One,

Thanks very much for your comment - it makes it worthwhile to know that it's being enjoyed. :)


Toodlepip,

Hobbes