A World of Childhood Fantasy in Narni, Italy
There are stunning similarities between the real-life town of Narni and the fictional world of Narnia: blazing green hills, clear blue skies and picturesque stone structures.
In fact, the classic fantasy series The Chronicles of Narnia, written by C.S. Lewis in 1950, is rumored to have been inspired by this small Italian town 50 miles north of Rome. According to biographer Walter Hooper, Lewis was fascinated by ancient history, and Narni—named “Narnia” in Roman times—was highlighted by the children’s author in his personal atlas.
Whether Lewis visited Narni has never been confirmed, but even today, its cobblestone streets and castle fortress look like they belong in a magical, medieval novel. And while there are no mythical, talking creatures roaming the land, Narni still feels like a place pulled straight out of our childhood imaginations.
Writing and reading decrease our sense of isolation. They deepen and widen and expand our sense of life: they feed the soul. When writers make us shake our heads with the exactness of their prose and their truths, and even make us laugh about ourselves or life, our buoyancy is restored. We are given a shot at dancing with, or at least clapping along with, the absurdity of life, instead of being squashed by it over and over again. It’s like singing on a boat during a terrible storm at sea. You can’t stop the raging storm, but singing can change the hearts and spirits of the people who are together on that ship.
Anne Lamott, Bird by Bird: Some Instructions on Wrinting and Life. (via bookporn)
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Sorrow prepares you for joy. It violently sweeps everything out of your house, so that new joy can find space to enter.
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You don’t have to sit cross-legged to meditate. If you pay attention, if you listen, both inwardly and outwardly as you breathe, stand, walk, speak, work, play, and look into the eyes of your beloved, you are also meditating. When you catch your attention being distracted by wondering thoughts, by memories, by emotional agitation, and so on, you are meditating. What you call this process isn’t important. What does matter is paying attention to ‘what is’, including the stillness and silence that dwells at the heart of being.
~ Charles Bukowski