Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Learning, practicing, and friends from faraway
When I picked up Natalie Goldberg's book on writing memoir, Friends From Faraway, I wasn't intending to write a memoir, not seriously anyway. Neither did I realize the title was a saying of Confucius. The poem, from which this line is taken, loosely translates to:
We learn, and practice what we learn.
Friends arrive from faraway.
[It is a lot more elegant in the original;)]
Coincidental or not, this is the book I am reading as I return to my childhood home, reminisicing with family and old friends, reconnecting to the language of my youth.
Every trip I've taken since leaving home twenty five years ago has taught me something about my family and myself. This trip is no different. And as with other trips, the process is filled with nostalgia, moments of epiphany, and occasionally, sorrow.
The thoughts and emotions from this trip will work themselves out in the next months and years. Maybe I will be writing a memoir after all.