The Drunkenness of Things Being Various

This past weekend, I had the opportunity to camp in Northern Minnesota.  A friend and I stayed in my uncle’s self-built rustic cabin in the woods a few miles from Lake Superior.  We had a wonderful time going on hikes, sitting by the lakeshore, exploring waterfalls, discussing morality in Game of Thrones, and reading poetry aloud at the campfire.

It was a peaceful weekend.  I felt all the clutter in my life fade away.  The sounds of daily life fade in comparison to the rush of a waterfall.  Alone time in nature, for me, is soul detox.

In my quiet moments, I reflected a great deal on how complex the human experience is–how beautifully multifaceted we all are.  I wrote in the margins of my sketchbook:   “Personhood is a complicated, beautiful thing–what an adventure it is to live inside myself.  There are so many corners, so many contradictions–How can I be so many people at once?”

Some days, I am so many people wrapped into one.  I am the cozy cat lover, the librarian, the lover of stories.  I am the farm girl, the hard worker, tough and unafraid of dirt beneath fingernails.  I am the woman of faith, dedicated to my beliefs and values despite doubts and storms.  I am the scholar, the academic, the weirdo who enjoys writing essays.  I am the world explorer, eyes sparkling with wanderlust for places they have not seen.  I am the crazy camp counselor.  I am the artist.  I am the outdoor lover.

It’s a beautiful thing, to have so many dimensions, so many facets, so many corners that all somehow align.

Over the weekend, I spent a great deal of time reading poetry next to waterfalls.  I perused old favorites and discovered some new ones.  One stanza, in particular, stood out to me.  It’s from a poem called Snow by Louis MacNeice. I love these lines.  I love to read them aloud.  The sounds fill my mouth like a collection of nuts and I slowly crunch, savoring the feel and flavor.

World is crazier and more of it than we think,

Incorrigibly plural.  I peel and portion

A tangerine and spit the pips and feel

The drunkenness of things being various.

I love that.

“World is crazier and more of it than we think.”

“The drunkenness of things being various.”

What a beautiful thing it is to be a person.

5 thoughts on “The Drunkenness of Things Being Various

  1. mreadsbooks September 14, 2016 / 10:11 am

    Gorgeous photos! Glad to hear you had such a wonderful weekend 🙂

    • Amelia September 14, 2016 / 9:29 pm

      Thank you! I had such a wonderful time. 🙂

  2. thecoffeebeanbrain September 14, 2016 / 11:39 pm

    What a great way to spend the weekend. Love that sketchbook quote, so deep and true at the same time.

    • Amelia September 15, 2016 / 7:56 pm

      Thank you! It’s amazing how nature brings out deep thoughts. 🙂

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