Reflections on: The Art of Travel by Alain de Botton

The Art of Travel

by Alain de Botton. Copyright 2002 by Alain de Botton.

The author’s website.

A book excerpt from the New York Times.

Traveler. Ohare International Airport, © 2018

The following are quotes from The Art of Travel.

On “Human Flourishing”:

“We are inundated with advice on where to travel to, but we hear little of why and how we should go, even though the art of travel seems naturally to sustain a number of questions neither so simple nor so trivial, and whose study might in modest ways contribute to an understanding of what the Greek philosophers beautifully termed eudaimonia, or ‘human flourishing’.”

On Cultivating The Proper Mindset for Traveling:

“The pleasure we derive from journeys is perhaps dependent more on the mindset with which we travel than on the destination we travel to.”

On The Flight’s Take-Off:

“There is psychological pleasure in this takeoff, too, for the swiftness of the plane’s ascent is an exemplary symbol of transformation. The display of power can inspire us to imagine analogous, decisive shifts in our own lives, to imagine that we, too, might one day surge above much that now looms over us.”

en route to New York City ©2018

On Enhanced Thinking while Traveling:

“Journeys are the midwives of thought. Few places are more conducive to internal conversations than a moving plane, ship or train. There is an almost quaint correlation between what is in front of our eyes and the thoughts we are able to have in our heads: large thoughts at times requiring large views, new thoughts new places. Introspective reflections which are liable to stall are helped along by the flow of the landscape. The mind may be reluctant to think properly when thinking is all it is supposed to do.”

On Traveling by Train:

“At the end of hours of train-dreaming, we may feel we have been returned to ourselves – that is, brought back into contact with emotions and ideas of importance to us. It is not necessarily at home that we best encounter our true selves. The furniture insists that we cannot change because it does not; the domestic setting keeps us tethered to the person we are in ordinary life, but who may not be who we essentially are.”

orange seats. airport. ©2018

On Finding Poetry in Common Places:

“If we find poetry in the service station and motel, if we are drawn to the airport or train carriage, it is perhaps because, in spite of their architectural compromises and discomforts, in spite of their garish colours and harsh lighting, we implicitly feel that these isolated places offer us a material setting for an alternative to the selfish ease, the habits and confinement of the ordinary, rooted world.”

On Visiting New Places:

“It is not necessarily at home that we best encounter our true selves. The furniture insists that we cannot change because it does not; the domestic setting keeps us tethered to the person we are in ordinary life, who may not be who we essentially are.”

On Perspective:

“He [Wordsworth] invited his readers to abandon their usual perspective and to consider for a time how the world might look through other eyes, to shuttle between the human and the natural perspective. Why might this be interesting, or even inspiring? Perhaps because unhappiness can stem from only having one perspective to play with.”

On Curiosity:

“Curiosity takes ignorance seriously, and is confident enough to admit when it does not know. It is aware of not knowing, and it sets out to do something about it”

On The Search:

“What we find exotic abroad may be what we hunger for in vain at home.”

On The Pith of Travel:

“I was here, I saw this and it mattered to me.”

Night Flight. Chicago and Lake Michigan. ©2018

My Reflections while Reading The Art of Travel

Botton allows that his physical and mental state proved to be “temperamental accomplices in the mission of appreciating my destination.” Heat, flies, financial expenditures, strange foods, anxiety, melancholy – all were a part of his experience. But there were also candlelit dinners, an exuberance of sunlight, and walks along a pristine beach under an azure sky. It’s always a delicate balance between delight and discontent.

How important, that first “sighting”, that which affirms to oneself the arrival of “elsewhere.” (It’s rather like the Flash of Perception in Miksang Philosophy.) How many “first sightings” will I “see”? Five new countries, eight destinations, three airports, one hotel, one ship. So many opportunities for that first flash, the knowledge that I am “elsewhere.”

Botton writes of allowing one’s “compass of curiosity to settle according to its own logic”. When I consider travel abroad in terms of my interests, I’m suddenly eager to check out art museums, walk along the seacoast, and have coffee in neighborhood cafés. If I could visit a gallery and a café at every destination, my trip would be a success.

Combine a seven-year-olds sense of inquiry: ”Why?” with an adult’s wisdom and experience. That equals the ability to ask sophisticated questions and feed the curious mind. Recipe for a fulfulling trip.

What if instead of souvenirs and regrets, we “return from our journeys with a collection of small unfêted but life-enhancing thoughts?”

What if, indeed?

ANNOUNCING NEW WORKSHOP FOR PAST CCJ PARTICIPANTS: CCJ- THE SEASONED TRAVELER

Mandala by Lynn Buckler Walsh

After several days of dedicated searching, I finally found the card I’d been looking for. I was searching for the card pictured above, the card with a hand-drawn mandala on the cover, the card that I’d tucked away last year until I could frame it to hang on my studio wall. (The mandala reminds me of a compass.) The card was from a dear friend and it reads in part:

Dear Bo: A short note to say thank you for your Mandala class. You have no idea (as I didn’t at the time) what a gift it was. Creating them certainly increased my resilience during the difficult six months before we lost my sister… I won’t be at camp this year, but I want to encourage you to continue sharing your gifts. Your work is needed in the world… Big love to you, Lynn xxx.

Last month my friend, Lynn Buckler Walsh, passed away unexpectedly in Mongolia while on the last leg of a grand journey through Asia. Just days before, I’d received a postcard from her from Viet Nam with the closing phrase Can’t wait to see you at camp, we can share all our adventures.

So it is with Lynn’s words of encouragement that I make the following offer:

As many of you know I am a reluctant traveler. I love to travel and explore new places AND the many transitions that travel demands are excruciatingly difficult for me. With Lynn’s words of encouragement in my mind, I will be embarking on a two-week exploration of the Scandinavian coast and Germany this fall. This trip will require much preparation on my part as I make my way through the maze of unknowns and uncertainties. and I would love to share my discoveries and best practices with you.

We will explore creative practices with a focus on the fine art of travel as sacred pilgrimage. Whether you are an intrepid traveler like my friend Lynn or a reluctant traveler like me; whether you are traveling the world or your own backyard, these explorations and daily practices focusing on openness, attentiveness, and responsiveness will offer insight and inspiration to your journey.

We begin JULY 23, 2018.

This exploration — CCJ – The Seasoned Traveler — is for past participants of my Contemplative Creatives Journey online workshops. (I will not be giving instruction in the basics that are foundational for CCJ, i.e., Miksang Photography, Phenology, etc. Those instructions will continue to be a part of the Seasonal Explorations which I hope to offer again in Autumn 2018.)

Why “seasoned” traveler? We have already been travelers together during one or more “seasons” of Contemplative Creatives Journey. We are now ready to embark on a different sort of contemplative journey in community–one where we explore the traveler’s longing, the answered call to the beckoning journey, the preparation for travel, the departure, and the sacred way of travel as pilgrimage.

As always, I promise no planned curriculum, only my practices as they show up in my every day. We will, however, continue the ritual and routine of CCJ as it has evolved to this point.

TOGETHER WE WILL:

  • CONSIDER THE MANY FACETS OF THE ART OF TRAVEL as pilgrimage.

We will also:

  • CONTINUE OUR EXPLORATION OF NALANDA MIKSANG PHOTOGRAPHY.
  • CONTINUE OUR FRIDAY PHENOLOGY PRACTICE.
  • CONTINUE OUR TUESDAY TILE POETRY PRACTICE.
  • CONTINUE TO CREATE CONTEMPLATIVE ART.
  • CONTINUE TO WRITE COLLABORATIVE POETRY.

THIS PRACTICE:

  • offers ways of exploring the art of travel and pilgrimage while focusing on the three keys of the Contemplative Creatives Journey — Place, Vision, and Word.
  • gently weaves itself throughout whatever journey you are on.
  • illuminates the extraordinary in the ordinary, celebrates the uncommon in the common
  • is deeply infused with kindness and respect.

WHEN:

We begin on Monday, July 23. For the first 9 weeks, we will explore the ART OF TRAVEL as pilgrimage as I share my pre-travel preparations. For the following two weeks–September 23, 2018 through October 6, 2018–I will share my pilgrimage-in-progress from Scandinavia. There will be a wrap up of our journey together in the two weeks after I return home.

HOW:

Private community on Facebook. Everything is delivered via private Facebook group page and may show up anytime. Surprise and serendipity! You are highly encouraged to share your discoveries and experiences in the private group–however and whenever you choose. There is a strong community and collaborative aspect in the group, but it is always invitation and opportunity, never a requirement.

THE COST:

Because this offer is a unique offering FOR PREVIOUS PARTICIPANTS built on prior Seasonal Journeys, but with a different time frame and focus, the cost is as follows:

  • Recommended contribution for the 9-week exploration plus the 2-week experiential, in-the-moment experience plus the 2-week wrap up is $99.00.
  • Patron contribution (for those who wish to contribute above and beyond, with my gratitude) is $120.00-$150.00. Patron price includes snail mail from Scandinavia and other special treats from my travels.
  • Pay as You Can. I will not turn away participants because of financial constraints. If you wish to be an active participant on the journey, let’s barter. Offer me a small piece of your art or a skill or service you can share in exchange for the participation fee. Make me an offer. Truly.

TO RESERVE YOUR SPACE:

Registration is now open.

Link to PayPal Invoice. 

If you would prefer to pay via check or if you have questions about alternative payments, please email me at bo(at)bomackison.com for details.

Thanks for considering my offer inspired by Lynn’s Love-of-All-Things-Travel. I hope to see you in CCJ – The Seasoned Traveler.

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BO MACKISON is an artist, a poet, a photographer, a certified Kaisen-Muse creativity coach, a Nalanda Miksang Photography Instructor, a hands-on workshop presenter, and a woman who has spent her entire adult life surviving and thriving with the help of the creative practices she now shares with others. She is the founder of Contemplative Creatives Journey, an Online Workshop. Bo has been offering creative and contemplative programs for women since 2014. She’s been told her workshops have changed people’s lives for the better. She knows this to be true.

Chihuly at Night, Biltmore House, Asheville NC

“Glass is the most magical of all materials. It transmits light in a special way.” – Dale Chihuly

The Biltmore Gardens in Asheville NC feature acres of formal and informal gardens designed by America’s foremost landscape architect, Frederick Law Olmsted.

This summer the gardens are made even more special with the temporary exhibiton of Chihuly glass sculptures set in several of the gardens and the conservatory.

Most of the sculptures are set in a garden setting, amidst roses and lilies, in compositions with ornate marble sculptures, or floating midst water features. (Only one piece is in the house itself.)

These three photographs are along the walkway that leads from the Library Terace to the Walled Gardens. As it was raining the only evening we had access to the Chihuly at Night event, I spent a good amount of time in this area, setting up shots while being protected somewhat by the terrace cover. Likely these are not the pieces I would have photographed if the other garden areas had not been rained out, but I rather like this particular display, the melding of traditional and contemporary art.

 

Traveling to the Desert – Day 3

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1000 miles done, 800 miles to go.

January 2nd and businesses are open, back to business as usual.

The 6 am crowd, grits and coffee and conversation, at a diner west of Liberal, Kansas.

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Excuse me, you there in the front seat. Can you please tell me…what does “1800 miles” mean again?

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1100 miles done, 700 miles yet to go

Hooker, Oklahoma

“It’s a location, not a vocation.” Town motto.

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Grain elevators…in every town along the way.

I see these elevators as visible symbol of each town we pass through, as a conglomeration of add-on buildings, as central figure in a town or as building on the periphery. But I also see them in an abstract way – composition, light and shadow, and what can I capture instinctively, no time to stop or study. What do I see, where do I focus? Sometimes I like what I see in the many grain elevator photographs I take, sometime I press delete a lot.

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1300 miles in the past, still 500 miles to go

Santa Rosa, New Mexico.  A stop for lunch – complete with a tres leche pudding (not a baked custard, a creamy pudding) which made my sweet tooth happy in a most contented way.

Prickly pear cactus in the snow. The house was abandoned, but the cactus garden was thriving.

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1400 miles done, 400 to go.

A surprise. The remnants from Winter Storm Goliath that covered eastern New Mexico with several feet of snow a week ago.

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Only 5 to 8 inches remained, but the high desert was a winter wonderland. Junipers and cedars still glittered with an icy coating.

Desert shrubs in white.

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I’ve arrived in the desert, but documentation of “every 100 miles” took awhile to process (in between cleaning, getting groceries, and all the other jobs required after a long absence).

Since time and distance were the travel priorities, all photos taken “on the fly” = zipping past at 65-75 miles per hour.

All photos using my iPhone and Hipstamatic app with the filter set on random. Optional post processing.

 

Traveling to the Desert – Day Two

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January 1, 2016.

400 miles done and 1400 miles to drive. Smack dab in the center of Missouri.

New Year’s Day. There’s a new year’s tradition — or is it superstition? — “what you do on New Year’s Day, you’ll do all year long.” Well, there you have it — a year filled with travel!

Crossing Missouri — began by driving across the Mississippi River and drove until we crossed the Missouri River in Kansas City.

I say “mi-zour-ee.” Do you say “mah-zour-ah?”

Small herds of cattle and farms in eastern Missouri; more horses and small ranches driving further west.

I saw an owl, a brown and white barred owl, standing on the side of the highway, as if he were studying the road that stretched in front of me. Ten in the morning. I can only think the owl was a good journey omen. This was not the only encounter on the drive to the desert I had with birds. They accompanied me west in the most extraordinary ways.

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500 miles done and 1300 miles to go.

Stopped for barbecue southwest of Kansas City, Kansas.

Oh. Yum. Not in Wisconsin any longer, Dorothy.

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600 miles done; 1200 more. A third of the way.

Eastern Kansas. Flint Hills.

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700 miles done; still 1100 more. 7-11s. Lucky numbers. Just as the afternoon was getting long, just when I needed a sign… a  gift from the Universe.

A murmuration of starlings. A pulsating cloud of birds, dipping, dancing. The flock expanded, then contracted. Dipped towards the fields, then swooped high into the sky.

A most serendipitous sight.

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900 miles done, 900 more to go.

Kansas on the diagonal. Northeast to southwest.

From Wichita to Liberal. The road is straight. The land is flat.

Every small town has a grain elevator. Grain elevators are the most interesting subject for photos in Kansas, at least I think so. especially when driving late afternoon into the night. The light catches the metal containers — some quite ordinary,  but many in unexpected, even spectacular ways.

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1000 miles left behind in the rear view mirror. 800 miles still ahead.

Driving into the sunset.

Kansas flat. Horizon orange, deepening into red the color of blood and lingering deep into twilight. A thin red line in the black.

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Since driving and arriving are the priority for this trip, all photos are drive by.

Using my iPhone and Hipstamatic filters set on random (though still available for some post processing when desired) add a sense of photo adventure with a modicum of control.