Some of my favorite 'place' books are old school - but H. V. Morton's travel books are consistently delightful. I used some (London and Rome) as literal guidebooks and experienced both cities in a way I never would have otherwise (a good way). I've read his Scotland and Ireland books and just ordered an old copy of his Southern Italy book.
In 2010, I had to have my thyroid removed (long boring story with a happy ending), and I had to stop doing CrossFit. Which was devastating at the time. And adding insult to injury, everyone said I should do yoga. I begrudgingly went to the only class that fit my schedule: a kundalini class at 6:30 a.m. I had no idea what kundalini was, and that first class, I spent the whole time being like, WHAT THE F?! (If you don't know, kundalini is very groovy and quite different from the kind of class where you do Warrior One and stuff.) Anyway... I grew to love it — like, madly, passionately, still do it, love it — and part of it was the live gong at the end. Dave and I went to many gong concerts (!) at our yoga studio where they would get 10-20 gong players in the room. We'd like in the floor and just marinate in the sound. I loved the feeling of trying to relax enough to keep my ears wide open, if you know what I mean. It really is the best feeling.
Yes! More than one gong? I've never even considered that! I could definitely be lured into a cult after a multi-gong session -- it's exactly that weird floaty relaxed feeling. You've inspired me to make that class tomorrow night!
If you happen to be in Knowlton on the last Monday of the month (most any month) let me know and I'll tell you where we (Book Club of no name) are meeting.
Nope, never banged a gong ... and time’s running out.
Get to it, John!
👍🤜🤛💪!
Some of my favorite 'place' books are old school - but H. V. Morton's travel books are consistently delightful. I used some (London and Rome) as literal guidebooks and experienced both cities in a way I never would have otherwise (a good way). I've read his Scotland and Ireland books and just ordered an old copy of his Southern Italy book.
Ooo, thanks. I've never heard of him so will check him out!
In 2010, I had to have my thyroid removed (long boring story with a happy ending), and I had to stop doing CrossFit. Which was devastating at the time. And adding insult to injury, everyone said I should do yoga. I begrudgingly went to the only class that fit my schedule: a kundalini class at 6:30 a.m. I had no idea what kundalini was, and that first class, I spent the whole time being like, WHAT THE F?! (If you don't know, kundalini is very groovy and quite different from the kind of class where you do Warrior One and stuff.) Anyway... I grew to love it — like, madly, passionately, still do it, love it — and part of it was the live gong at the end. Dave and I went to many gong concerts (!) at our yoga studio where they would get 10-20 gong players in the room. We'd like in the floor and just marinate in the sound. I loved the feeling of trying to relax enough to keep my ears wide open, if you know what I mean. It really is the best feeling.
Yes! More than one gong? I've never even considered that! I could definitely be lured into a cult after a multi-gong session -- it's exactly that weird floaty relaxed feeling. You've inspired me to make that class tomorrow night!
If you happen to be in Knowlton on the last Monday of the month (most any month) let me know and I'll tell you where we (Book Club of no name) are meeting.
Ha, love Book Club of no name. I'll definitely let you know, Lois - thanks!