The Transferable Reader and Writer- Bali Days
I have recently returned from three weeks holiday in Bali.
The reason I share this fact with you is not to gloat, but rather to reveal how
this sweet vacation enabled me to claim reading and writing time. Naturally, the time
away provided fun and relaxation with family and friends. Following the coldest
winter in 26 years in Melbourne, I was keen to warm my winter bones.
Notebook and reading options on the beach |
Often, we are unaware of what reading provides. We just
read, immersed in a world of rich print. The words we are reading were written
in another place and another time. It gives the reader an historical
perspective. While living my life, I can also experience the lives of others.
So as I sat under a large beach umbrella in Legian, Bali,
reading Anson Cameron’s memoir, ‘Boyhoodlum’ I was transported back in time to
Shepparton, Victoria in the 1960’s. I left my immediate world for another one. That’s
the power of reading. All that was happening in my head and everyone around me remained
oblivious to my reading journey. My reading provided relief and escape. It fed
my writing. When I needed to refresh, I was able to amble into the surf, before
recommitting to more of the same. What a great routine.
And as I read, my mind was also entertained with writing
possibilities. Across the days I slipped easily between reading and writing. My
desire to read and write did not waiver. The mood was right and the conditions
ideal.
The reading I did inspired action. There remained much sustenance for such deeds.
I rose each morning at 6.30 am and walked for an hour before the heat of the
day took hold. The streets were quiet and the tide was low and there was much
to see. I used this time to rehearse for writing, not escape it. I organized my
thoughts, bandied words and ideas in my mind, and made close observations of my
surroundings. I took photos and shot short videos to further support my
thinking. Following breakfast, I sat and wrote in the tranquil surrounds of our
accommodation. The words flowed across my notebook pages with ease. My notebook
is a travelling companion.
I collected artefacts and ephemera during my Bali visit,
pasting them across my notebook pages and writing around them. I left spaces
for the photographs I would insert upon my return. I have come home with collected treasure.
These memories form songs in my mind. They will sing to me in the days ahead.
My one regret across my time was contained in a conversation I had with a
young boy who was also holidaying in Bali. As he watched me living as a reader,
I inquired as to what he was reading and he replied, ‘It’s the holidays.’ By
inference I gained the strong impression he considered reading and holidays as mutually
exclusive experiences. His response saddened me somewhat. His perception of reading was
that it was a school activity and not something you would choose to participate in recreationally, or for personal growth.
When kids develop such beliefs, it
means their schools have failed to grow the essential understanding that reading and
writing are not just for school, but exist well beyond the classroom.
Physical activity and intellectual activity should be able to thrive alongside
each other.
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