Status Updates From A Field Guide to Getting Lost

This is SO GOOD.

A beautiful, gentle read. Full of ideas and anecdotes, poetry and musings.

Solnit'i seviyorum. Bir cümle değil bazen bir kelimeyle ortaya çıkan o incelikli bakış açısına hayranım.

Vaya que me estoy sintiendo identificada con este libro. Amo cada pequeña referencia que hace y la manera en la que esta escrito.

"For many years, I have been moved by the blue at the far edge of what can be seen, that color of horizons, of remote mountain ranges, of anything far away. The color of that distance is the color of an emotion, the color of solitude and of desire, the color of there seen from here, the color of where you are not. And the color of where you can never go."

Another one that I am almost finished with... but I drop into it. I've always like getting lost and wandering, and not knowing where I will end up, and this books explores it from many sides, including the dark, shadow and the creative. I think Solnit will become one of my favorite authors.
I keep going BACK and rereading parts of hers.... The section on blue is amazing.

kul och lite annorlunda kapitel om att bli kidnapppad.

Det känns som att jag lär känna Rebecca. Hennes bakgrund och hennes släkt. fint.

I've been reading this over lunch – what a delight! It's so beautifully written.

Jag gillar det här kapitlet, om det avlägsna blå. Många fina meningar. Jag gillar verkligen hur hon blandar sitt språk med det vaga och det konkreta. Hon gör en bra observation av fjärran och om att växa upp.
"Men i den värld vi lever i upphör det avlägsna att vara avlägset och blått när vi når fram. Det fjärran blir nära, och de är inte samma plats." (s.39)

Oj. Jag är väldigt tagen av den här boken. Jag tänker bland annat på hur man kan vara vilsen på så många olika ord på svenska. Jag gillar hur det här kapitlet liksom på något sätt har försökt definiera vad vilsenhet är.

Att vara vilsen är ett intressant koncept. "Att gå vilse: att förlora sig, vällustigt ge sig hän, förlorad i din famn, förlorad för världen, fullständigt uppslukad av det som är så närvarande att allt runt omkring bleknar bort".
Jag tycker om det som Solnit skriver om att gå vilse för att man måste gå vilse. Att gå vilse för att kunna leva.

*On hold

Adulthood is made up of a prudent anticipation and a philosophical memory that make you navigate more slowly and steadily. But fear of making mistakes can itself become a huge mistake, one that prevents you from living, for life is risky and anything less is already a loss.

The two essays I read today were Incredible. So many different ways to look at being 'lost.' The stories Solnit shared in these essays today will stick with me for a long time.

'The things we want are transformative, and we don't know or only think we know what is on the other side of that transformation. Love, wisdom, grace, and inspiration- how do you go about finding these things that are in some ways about extending the boundaries of the self into unknown territory, about becoming someone else?'

Was she lost only to them because she had found another way, or was she lost to herself as well, bereft of the ability to navigate the world and her own mind? The mind can be imagined as a landscape...the rest of us have caverns, glaciers, torrential rivers, heavy fogs, chasms that open up underfoot... It's a landscape in which getting lost is easy and some regions are terrifying to visit.

Lost really has two disparate meanings. Losing things is about the familiar falling away, getting lost is about the unfamiliar appearing. There are objects and people that disappear from your sight...you still know where you are...Or you get lost, in which the world has become larger than your knowledge of it.

Lost really has two disparate meanings. Losing things is about the familiar falling away, getting lost is about the unfamiliar appearing. There are objects and people that disappear from your sight...you still know where you are...Or you get lost, in which the world has become larger than your knowledge of it.

The question then is how to get lost. Never to get lost is not to live, not to know how to get lost brings you to destruction, and somewhere in the terra cognita in between lies a life of discovery.

Another one that I am almost finished with... but I drop into it. I've always like getting lost and wandering, and not knowing where I will end up, and this books explores it from many sides, including the dark, shadow and the creative. I think Solnit will become one of my favorite authors.

Children, Landon said, are good at getting lost, because "the key in survival is knowing you're lost": they don't stray far, they curl up in some sheltered place at night, they know they need help.

This quote hit me. Children have a much better capability to realize when they need help and their coping mechanisms lead to others being able to help them.

Love that we are both in and out of San Francisco and New Mexico. In and out with the message of this book. Its still good and holding my attention even though im exhausted.

This book gets me. I get, getting lost in the messages. However I didn't care for the punk scene recall or the music depth. Other than that still good.

The transitions whereby you cease to be who you once were. [...] There are those who receive as birthright an adequate or at least unquestioned sense of self and those who set out to reinvent themselves, for survival or for satisfaction, and travel far.

Imagine yourself streaming through time shedding gloves, books, friends, homes. This is what the view looks like if you take a rear-facing seat on the train. Looking forward you constantly acquire moments of arrival, moments of realization, moments of discovery. [...] And when everything else is gone, you can be rich in loss.

Immersed "to be lost is to be fully present, and to fully present is to be capable of being in uncertainty and mystery"-yes!

Everything Rebecca Solnit writes is basically gold. I seem to save her books for when I'm going through a hard time and her words always help.

"Of course to forget the past is to lose the sense of loss that is also memory of an absent richness and a set of clues to navigate the present by; the art is not one of forgetting but letting go. And when everything else is gone, you can be rich in loss."

"Of course to forget the past is to lose the sense of loss that is also memory of an absent richness and a set of clues to navigate the present by; the art is not one of forgetting but letting go. And when everything else is gone, you can be rich in loss."