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First Pages “Victoria-Bench by Bench”

on September 1st, 2010 by Rebeccca

Victoria-Bench by Bench


I didn’t really intend to write a book about benches—I was looking for a way to turn my ‘round the world trip blog into a book. When I heard that Julie Salisbury was offering an InspireABook™ weekend workshop, it seemed like the perfect tool to make that happen. However, as I was going through the pre-workshop assignment, I realised that the ‘round the world book was too complicated for a weekend project. It would be more beneficial to choose something simpler, like the writings from my favourite benches around Victoria.

At first it was just an exercise to learn the process that Julie teaches: how to organize your material, how to publish, options for marketing. But, as I worked through the assignments and received feedback from the other participants, I decided to write and publish my benches book.

The group of authors from the workshop continue to meet and have provided me with feedback and support. I thank all of them for helping me turn a vision into reality, especially Jo-Ann Loro for her design layout and photo advice.

My “bench writings” started before the book was even considered. June Swadron’s “‘Write’ Where You Are” workshops nudged me back into a habit of writing. June’s special talent for facilitating writing groups pulled the words out of me. I started writing, not only for myself, but to share with others.

My special writing friends, Nan Campbell and Deb Jones, listened to me read and helped me find my voice.

Words on a page make more sense when the grammar, punctuation, and spelling are correct. Esther Hart’s critical eye and ability to cut away the unnecessary eased the transition from draft to final copy.

When I decided I needed maps for each chapter, I put out a call on Twitter, using Victoria’s hashtag, “YYJ.” Margaret Hanson responded within minutes of my request. I was delighted when I met Margaret, as she is both personable and professional.

Structure, advice, encouragement, and inspiration were what I needed to create this book, but through it all I received support from my family and friends. Most of all, Galen, my husband, has supported me in every way.

My thanks to all of you.


A woman sits on a bench in the rose garden, a book open on her lap. Her daughter, feet dangling, snuggles next to her. They come here to be together. To read. No distractions. Just them, the bench, the birds, the flowers. Stopping together. Outside.

Some guidebooks encourage you to keep going. This book is to encourage you to stop.

I started my search for benches when I first came to Victoria. Sometimes I would wander, turning left or right on a whim. Sometimes I would pore over a map, looking for the little green, shaded areas that represent parks. I searched for two reasons. One was to discover this place that I had moved to—the landscape, the history, the buildings, the people. The other was to re-create myself. Who was I now that no one knew me? When people would ask me, “What do you do?” I had to have an answer. “I walk around. I stop. I look. I listen.”

I searched out places to write. I would walk until a bench caught my eye, then sit and write what I saw around me. Write whatever came out, squiggly lines on a page. Some might call it creative writing.

This book is about creativity. Giving you permission to take some time for yourself, to feel your feet on the ground. To really see the world around you, and in seeing the world, open that door to allow your creative expression to come out.

This is about discovery. To discover something that you didn’t know or understand before, to see something spectacular. How will you see the bridge open for that special boat if you don’t sit here? The sea lion lifting its head to sniff the air. The flower turning to face the sun. The beauty in the bark of that gnarly tree. The dead grasses, buffeted by the wind. The sea gulls, hovering and diving, flying for the fun of it.

This is what I want to capture, inspiring you to experience the simple things around you, and through this experience, to open up a little, to let a sense of calm and playfulness come in.
While working on this book I set off to document that perfect bench, a place sheltered from the wind, or with a great view. But I don’t have time to pause long, just long enough to capture the essence of the place. I have to keep going to the next bench.

I am caught, rushing about. I sit. I breathe. I force myself to become still. It works sometimes. Trying to find that elusive balance between my to-do list and my attempt at stillness. How can I stay in a creative groove, in touch with my core, and still get everything done?

Our culture has taught us busyness. We love our to-do lists and our efficiency and productivity. We brag about how busy we are. And then we schedule in the spa time and the weekend workshops that promise relaxation. We dream of retirement, but we never really learn how to stop, to become still.

I stop at Quadra Park where Belleville meets Oswego. Three benches, surrounded by tall trees just beginning to show hints of green leaves. Flowers and shrubs surround me. It is nice and protected, the sun filtering through the branches above me. The breeze plays in the treetops and barely touches me. This is a little oasis, so close to everything, but just removed enough to feel secluded. Activity all around, but no one stops to sit.

I walk through the Native Plant Garden in Oak Bay. What a tranquil, energizing place, right beside Beach Drive. Here’s a table, tucked in amongst the trees. It looks like no one ever sits at it. Farther down the path is a bench by the pond. It calls out to me “Sit here! Sit here!”

I sit and take out my little sketchbook. This is part of my attempt at learning to see. I bought the smallest sketchbook I could find. I thought it wouldn’t be as intimidating as a big one.
I take a deep breath and try to see what is in front of me. I stare at the pond and the plants around it. I am supposed to close my eyes for five minutes, then open them and draw.
I don’t think I have five minutes. I’m getting hungry and I really need to write something, not draw. Maybe tomorrow I will be able to find five minutes. . .

I am caught in my own schedule, my own reluctance to actually stop. How am I supposed to write a book about sitting when I can’t even do it myself? Just sitting. No wonder no one does it. It’s too complicated. It is too much work to just sit. And breathe. And see. And feel. Without incessant activity, the space around us opens up. And panic sets in. I should be doing something.

But I stay a little longer. I get used to it. Sitting. Outside. No other distractions. No laundry to fold or dishes to wash.

Come to a bench with a friend to sit together. Come alone. I invite you to go exploring, check out the benches in this book, and find your own favourite places. Take the time to stop and look at the world through fresh eyes. Create some time for yourself to just sit.

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3 Responses to “First Pages “Victoria-Bench by Bench””

  1. mary squire
    September 23rd, 2010 at 9:47 pm

    Hi Becky and Galen,fascinating book I can hardly wait for my copy.Have lost your tel,email & address. my email is new.notice.It was such a thrill to have you visit short but SO sweet.Keep in you both.mary

  2. Duane York
    January 10th, 2011 at 7:08 pm

    I can’t wait to get my copy and start reading it.

  3. MNW
    January 27th, 2011 at 10:43 pm

    It’s time to sell some books… any ideas where we can go next?

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