Wodehouse lived through some of the more challenging times of the 20th Century. World War I, social unrest in Europe, World War II, and worldwide financial struggles. It was a troubling time. It could be described as living in Nosferatu's cellar.
How could one cope with all that chaos? How can someone maintain their sanity when it seems everyone around them is losing theirs? Wodehouse found his escape in his stories.
How could one cope with all that chaos? How can someone maintain their sanity when it seems everyone around them is losing theirs? Wodehouse found his escape in his stories.
I haven't lived through times as difficult as Wodehouse, but I've lived through the most difficult times of my life. I've learned from the Wodehouse style and I try to follow his example. By writing The Circular Journey, I create my own happy place in a darkening world.
In my writing, I depict Wilmawood as a near perfect garden, not actually perfect but naturally beautiful and sastifying to the spirit. The people who live there are not perfect--they're fully human, and like all humans, have their flaws. They make mistakes and succumb to temptation, but they haven't tasted the apples of the Garden of Eden.
My writing thrives during days of bright sunshine, blue skies, and birdsong. So it's no wonder that I am most creative during the sunnier, warmer seasons--springtime and summer. Longer days filled with sunshine are essential to my sense of eternal youth and happiness. Unfortunately, we're up to our chins in winter now.
My writing thrives during days of bright sunshine, blue skies, and birdsong. So it's no wonder that I am most creative during the sunnier, warmer seasons--springtime and summer. Longer days filled with sunshine are essential to my sense of eternal youth and happiness. Unfortunately, we're up to our chins in winter now.
Although mid-winter days offer barely nine hours of sunshine, we can take some comfort in the fact that Earth is moving around the sun at 67,000 miles per hour. At that pace, the spring equinox will be here before we realize it, bringing longer days. By late June, we can enjoy up to fifteen hours of daylight.
The calendar reminds that we're not there yet. To truly appreciate the winter season, one must pay close attention. It's important to learn the language of birdsong and attend a squirrel circus when the show is in town. I attend to these requirements as often as possible.
Every ray of sunshine holds the promise of infinite possibilities. Winter winds cleanse the mind and spirit just as spring rain showers cleanse the air. That's my story, and I will stoutly deny any other interpretation.
My philosophy, which I'm sure you're anxious to hear, is that we arrive at life’s ultimate destination too soon and the few days we're given are chock full of absurdities and chaos. Might as well embrace all that nonsense and find ways to enjoy the journey.
My philosophy, which I'm sure you're anxious to hear, is that we arrive at life’s ultimate destination too soon and the few days we're given are chock full of absurdities and chaos. Might as well embrace all that nonsense and find ways to enjoy the journey.
I apologize to those of you who came here looking for lifestyle updates rather than philosophical reflections. It's a weakness that I sometimes surrender to--not often--but more often than I succumb to poetry. I appreciate your indulgence during this brief interruption in the narative. I felt it had to be done. Let's get back on track, shall we?
The long nights of winter are upon us and those nights don't lend themselves to revelry--not at my age. I prefer to stroll through Brunswick Forest on sunny days when the wind is calm and quiet. Not exactly a disco party but it works for me.
There's a touch of magic in the blue skies reflecting off the lagoons and the gentle ocean breeze sweeps away dark thoughts, if I only allow it.
A great stress reliever for me is to take some time to re-energize to dance with the mockingbirds and express gratitude to the trees for simply being there. I do it almost every morning.
Oh, I mustn't forget the ducks in the lagoon. There's always something calming about a duck. No matter what problems may be afflicting the world around us, ducks remain aloof from them and simply go on being ducks.
Eureka! I think to myself when standing on the promontory overlooking the lagoon. It's an expression that's probably out of place, but I like it. I'm not sure why I like it so much. Maybe it's because the word captures a sense of euphoria, or maybe it's the thought of Archimedes running through the streets naked upon discovering the principle of displacement.
A great stress reliever for me is to take some time to re-energize to dance with the mockingbirds and express gratitude to the trees for simply being there. I do it almost every morning.
Oh, I mustn't forget the ducks in the lagoon. There's always something calming about a duck. No matter what problems may be afflicting the world around us, ducks remain aloof from them and simply go on being ducks.
Eureka! I think to myself when standing on the promontory overlooking the lagoon. It's an expression that's probably out of place, but I like it. I'm not sure why I like it so much. Maybe it's because the word captures a sense of euphoria, or maybe it's the thought of Archimedes running through the streets naked upon discovering the principle of displacement.
Whatever the reason, I feel the urge to shout it when I stand beneath those blue skies, the sun shining on my face and the ducks reflected in the still waters of the lagoon--Eureka! Of course, I keep my clothes on--I haven't tasted the apples of the Garden.
And who do I have to thank for this feeling of euphoria? Mr. P.G. Wodehouse that's who. By creating his happy place in his books, he also created a happy spot for me. He taught me how to cultivate my own peaceful and happy little garden. It's a place that I can feel safe and content, no matter what's happening around me.
In my own way, with my humble skills, I strive to bring a smile to the faces of my public here on The Circular Journey. My wish for you, my cherished public, is a winter filled with bright and cheerful days free from the limitations of yesterday.