A Tweet Tour of South West USA: 1 (Prologue)
Grand Canyon at sunrise
Chris had always wanted to see the Grand Canyon. No wonder. Or – more accurately – huge wonder. For that’s what the Grand Canyon is: wonder. And awe. And dizzying perspective. And if our itinerary could include such other wonders as Death Valley and Yosemite, then we’d just have to go.
I had additional reasons. Just as the west of Britain is full of mystical evocation – Iona, Glastonbury, Stonehenge – so the west of America breathes the spirit of New Age – Sedona, Haight/Ashbury, Big Sur.
So it would be a double quest, earthly and unearthly.
But there was another factor, maybe even more unearthly – so strange and coincidental that, in some unfathomable way, it might almost seem to underlay the whole trip.
It was this. A mere nine months earlier, December 2010 – and much to my surprise – I had a book published by Starseed Publications in Washington State, The Two Worlds of Wellesley Tudor Pole. Then, a few days before we set off, Chris had her own book, The Salamander Stone, accepted by Champagne Press in Alberta.
Suddenly we were both transatlantic authors.
As well as transatlantic travellers.
It was hard to say which was more unexpected. After all, we’d managed to arrive at the start of our sixties (or rather, ‘new forties’) without being either present or published in the New World.
Then both were happening.
It’s the sort of thing that deserves comment.
Ah, but maybe I should discuss the Aesthetics of Twitter.
It’s like this – Twitter needn’t be confined to trivial gossip, promoting projects and occasional regime change. It could be argued that tweets are a new art form, a Haiku for the Internet Age. At a maximum of 140 characters – including spaces – they allow room only for nuggets of thought.
So at their best they can be a way of entering the moment. No side issues. No distractions. It’s just you, the moment, and what the moment says. As such they are a way of meditation, half interior, half exterior. What is the situation saying? How does it resonate in you? How do you make a unity of inner and outer?
I tweeted all the way – although, lacking technical sophistication, I had to jot my quasi-Haikus into my trusty little red notebook till our return to England and the opportunity to transmit them.
As they are being transmitted now...
What that follows is, of course, not entirely my own. Why waste the availability of a fellow author, nay a (soon to be) transatlantically published author? I’d ask her: “What shape do you reckon that hill is?” Or: “What colours do you see there?” Or: “How about the shades in those colours?”
As in all things, therefore, this is a joint endeavour. We both drove. We both experienced. We both responded.
And it all began one morning in Manchester.
May I invite you to make certain purchases? (I may? Why, thank you...)
(a) The Salamander Stone (by my most excellent and trusty pal, Mrs Me) from one of these outlets:
Direct from the publisher, Burst Books: click here
Amazon UK: click here
(b) The Two Worlds of Wellesley Tudor Pole (by Mrs Me’s most excellent and trusty pal, Me):
Amazon UK: click here
Amazon.com (US): click here
(You’ll be getting both of them? Well, that is an admirable choice, if I may say so...)