More Istanbul found collage materials. This time a poster ripped off a pole on a slow walk home. Love those giant b&w letters and numbers.
Maps. An old strip of wallpaper. Whatever catches my eye.
There is so much to pour into a travel journal. In a way it’s like a long string of love letters you write to a place. Some of these I make public here, but there are others that are just between Istanbul and I. There are so many things I think about when I travel. And so many big thoughts I store away to think about later.
For me… the journal is a vessel.
A blog reader sent me this beautiful quote from a book she’s reading: Foolsgold by Susan G Wooldridge…
Anywhere you travel, fully touch down. Take in what the natural world has to offer with body, soul, and spirit. Get to the heart of each place. It will offer blessings if you ask. Wander to the center of town. Eat at a central cafe. Read local news. Learn songs and words of a new language. Talk to the people in a park or pub. Find out what trees, flowers, plants thrive there. Explore land at it’s edges. Watch the birds. Find a perch by water and be there, senses open. Let your feet, skin, eyes, ears, nose absorb where you are, along with all the other senses you can’t name. Go barefoot when you can and feel the energy of the earth rising through your feet. Be ready to touch down somewhere new and live in another realm.