Friday, 28 February 2014
Joyous
At Taunton, we don't give Christmas cards to each other, we ask one member of the Meeting to craft a card and then we all sign it. Then we donate the money that would have bee sent on postage to the collection of the month.
This is this year's card. It is not in the genre of red robins or snow men. I choose pink as a spiritual colour. I based it on the Christmas tree that was given to me by another Member.
Remembering joyous occasions is essential I think to our equilibrium. If we can keep joy within our hearts, life is made a little easier. Photographs play an essential part. Remembering those first moment of a new born or the life events in the family are prompted by the traditional photograph.
Now we are approaching the joy of spring, Easter and new life.
The yellow of daffodils, often surviving wind and rain, proclaim their joyous colour in the garden and parks after the winter grey. the new life of spring.
I have just bought ( second hand on ebay) a minolta SLR camera and I have joined the local camera club. My father loved photography and I spent many hours in the dark room cellar of our first home watching the image appear on the blank photographic paper.
There was excitement and expectation and so it will be when I go to photograph daffodils with my new camera.
Treasure each exciting new moment.
Tuesday, 25 February 2014
Innocence
This is me aged three
My favourite book was called " Little Black Sambo"- I had no idea it was about a black child. In fact I saw no difference in the colour of the skin, I just enjoyed the adventures, especially the one where he escaped from the tigers and they went round and round a tree and were turned into marmalade.
Innocence means a state of no harm.
Last week I was attacked by a girl who lived in the care home two doors away from my house. I was standing on my drive getting ready to drive to a nearby town. Without warning or provocation she ran up to me and started punching me very hard on my shoulder and arm.
I started running and she pursued me. Then a nieghbour came out and put me in a bear hug to protect me but then the girl hit her several times on her back. I thought when we pressed charges she would be taken into custody and assessed for mental illness. Poor girl, as long and she got the help that she needed. It turned out not to be the case she was assessed but deemed to be rational. She may have aspurgers syndrome.
She pleaded guilty to four counts of assault.
The whole incident left me feeling shaken. Now I feel vulnerable when out and about in lonely places and wonder about the people walking towards me. I have lost that innocent trust in strangers.
I am hoping that I get that trust back. I do see " that of God" in the poor girl that attacked me. But something has changed. All experience changes one, hopefully I can be philosophical about this event and put it behind me.
My favourite book was called " Little Black Sambo"- I had no idea it was about a black child. In fact I saw no difference in the colour of the skin, I just enjoyed the adventures, especially the one where he escaped from the tigers and they went round and round a tree and were turned into marmalade.
Innocence means a state of no harm.
Last week I was attacked by a girl who lived in the care home two doors away from my house. I was standing on my drive getting ready to drive to a nearby town. Without warning or provocation she ran up to me and started punching me very hard on my shoulder and arm.
I started running and she pursued me. Then a nieghbour came out and put me in a bear hug to protect me but then the girl hit her several times on her back. I thought when we pressed charges she would be taken into custody and assessed for mental illness. Poor girl, as long and she got the help that she needed. It turned out not to be the case she was assessed but deemed to be rational. She may have aspurgers syndrome.
She pleaded guilty to four counts of assault.
The whole incident left me feeling shaken. Now I feel vulnerable when out and about in lonely places and wonder about the people walking towards me. I have lost that innocent trust in strangers.
I am hoping that I get that trust back. I do see " that of God" in the poor girl that attacked me. But something has changed. All experience changes one, hopefully I can be philosophical about this event and put it behind me.
Thursday, 20 February 2014
H for Hospitality - Quakers in Taunton
Taunton Quakers are hoping to refurbish their MH and we are doing very well with fundraising.
To view our plans see this link
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7yEq7hmx6Ts
To help fund raise we are offering Bed and Breakfast and details are on our website.
www.westsomersetquakers.org.uk
To tempt you we offer thus:
To view our plans see this link
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7yEq7hmx6Ts
www.westsomersetquakers.org.uk
To tempt you we offer thus:
We charge £20 per
person per night.
Centrally placed and
with good transport links, Taunton is a pleasant market town to visit in
Somerset. There is a farmer’s market on a Thursday and there are a number
of independent shops to visit, and an attractive museum, and of course the
cricket!
Situated
between the Quantock Hills ( an area of outstanding natural beauty) and the
ancient Blackdown hills, within easy reach of Exmoor and the sea, and a good
half way stop on the way to Devon and Cornwall.
EXETER IS HALF AN
HOUR AWAY BY TRAIN OR CAR; BRISTOL AND WELLS, AND THE SOMERSET, DORSET AND
DEVON COASTS, ARE LESS THAN AN HOUR AWAY.
The Meeting House is
located at 13 Bath Place and we would welcome visitors to come to our Meeting.
If you are coming to Bath for the Gathering then other Friends in Somerset are offering an add on stay to your visit.
Contact
details
gillianc@phonecoop.coop
or
zoe.ainsworth@ymail.com
or
telephone 01823 275424
Wednesday, 12 February 2014
G for Gardens, Gertrude Jekylls and Grief
Our garden in 2010
We are very lucky in Taunton that we are three miles from Hestercombe Garden created by Lutyens and Gertrude Jekylls
Jekyll was one half of one of the most influential and historical partnerships of the Arts and Crafts movement, thanks to her association with the English architect, Sir Edwin Lutyens, for whose projects she created numerous landscapes, and who designed her home Munstead Wood, near Godalming in Surrey.[3] (In 1900, Lutyens and Jekyll's brother Herbert designed the British Pavilion for the Paris Exposition.)Jekyll is remembered for her outstanding designs and subtle, painterly approach to the arrangement of the gardens she created, particularly her "hardy flower borders".[4] Her work is known for its radiant colour and the brush-like strokes of her plantings; it is suggested by some that the Impressionistic-style schemes may have been due to Jekyll's deteriorating eyesight, which largely put an end to her career as a painter and watercolourist. In works like Colour Schemes for the Flower Garden (reprinted 1988) she put her imprint on modern uses of "warm" and "cool" flower colours in gardens.
Jekyll was one of the first of her profession to take into account the colour, texture, and experience of gardens as the prominent authorities in her designs, and she was a lifelong fan of plants of all genres. Her theory of how to design with colour was influenced by painter J.M.W. Turner and by impressionism, and by the theoretical colour wheel. Later in life, Jekyll collected and contributed a vast array of plants solely for the purpose of preservation to numerous institutions across Britain. This pure passion for gardening was started at South Kensington School of Art,[5] where she fell in love with the creative art of planting, and even more specifically, gardening. At the time of her death, she had designed over 400 gardens in Britain, Europe and a few in North America. Jekyll was also known for her prolific writing. She penned over fifteen books, ranging from Wood and Garden and her most famous book Colour in the Flower Garden, to memoirs of her youth. Jekyll did not want to limit her influence to teaching the practice of gardening, but to take it a step further to the quiet study of gardening and the plants themselves.
My garden.
Due to flood defences for our garden, a much loved old damson tree ( see above) with a rambling rose that I planted ten years previously, was bulldozed into the ground.
Such is loss and grief. In the year 2000, our garden then wasn't designed. When we moved in it was left over from an old farm meadow. It was decidedly rustic. In the hot summers it provided ample shade from the trees and mayflies came up from the river to cool down, their iridescent wings fluttering on the dark green of the foliage. Birds nested in the hedge, which bordered the meadow and was quite ancient. People couldn't understand why we didn't rip it out and remodel. But they weren't there when we heard the bird song in the quiet of the garden or saw the stars when John and I went out star gazing at night or John did his bird count for the RSPB. We had no light pollution anywhere near. Such is the charm of Somerset and after 13 years of living here I understand why the locals and now, I, love it.
2013 and then and now we have a brand new spanking garden, we have no risk of flood, we are the lucky ones. We no longer put the good things upstairs when it begins to rain and the river rises.
We have raised vegetable beds, two new sheds where the damson tree stood for many, many years. We have a plum tree and a flowering cherry and a newly planted border all courtesy of the Building Contractor.But the new doesn't treplace the love for the old.
What must it have been like for the Romantic Poets seeing the ravages of the Industrial Revolution disfigure the beautiful landscape of Britain? Their response was to proclaim beauty - God in nature. What will it be like for our Grandchildren? Will the Levels of Somerset return to the sea? Seeing the bulldozers flatten the previous garden was devastating. Of course I am grateful, but I still grieve. This new garden is a blank canvas for nature to improve.
When global warming ravages the environment will nature survive. I think so. It is beyond my comprehension to see into the future, but my hope is, that the beautiful blue planet will be saved.
Tuesday, 11 February 2014
Family and F/friends
This is a photograph of my fiftieth birthday with my family in 1996. It is incredible that now John and I have ten and a half shared grandchildren.My immediate family has grown up and have families of their own.
We are quite close and forgiving, Rachel, my niece, the youngest girl in the photo, is to be married this year. Missing is my eldest son from America
He is our high flyer. Dr. Nigel D. Browning. Every family I think has a high-flyer and /or a black sheep, although Rachel flies pretty high herself. I have always been in the black sheep category. Fifteen years ago my daughter gave me an innocuous titled book called "The Grandmother's Book" It asked simple questions like, " What do you remember about your father/ siblings/school."
Well, this set me off on a journey of self discovery. After studying for a BA in Humanities, majoring in literature, this book sent me to Person Centred Art Therapy and a Diploma in Psychology. What a can of worms. Enough said that I visited the resting place of my dead father who I didn't ever see again after I was thirteen due to my parents divorce.
You may agree with Philip Larkin who said "Parents Fuck you up." but families also give strength, community, love and support. It is really how people respond to their backgrounds and their traumas that make the personality.
There are rifts in families but there are also long lost relatives that go to enormous lengths to find one another. I veer to the love and support side. My brother has a strong sense of family and I try to be a good grandmother. This year I am hoping to publish the "Grandmother's Book" for private members of our family and put my heart and soul into it.
F/friends
I feel that they are like deep warm pockets in the overcoat of my life. There are the friendship couples with whom we have meals and times out. There are my fibromyalgia friends who understand physical pain and the life bending condition and to whom I can talk frankly. There are my craft friends who are my inspiration when there is a fallow time. There are my writing friends at Millhouse Retreat who test my intellectual creativity. And then there are my spiritual Friends, they are the testing ones, the difficult ones, and so it should be.
There are also the friends that I have lost touch with and the long distance friends, energy is needed for these.
And Friends on Facebook. I love new technology, I am not very expert at times but find it also a creative and exciting medium.
Thanks for reading and being my online F/friend.
We are quite close and forgiving, Rachel, my niece, the youngest girl in the photo, is to be married this year. Missing is my eldest son from America
He is our high flyer. Dr. Nigel D. Browning. Every family I think has a high-flyer and /or a black sheep, although Rachel flies pretty high herself. I have always been in the black sheep category. Fifteen years ago my daughter gave me an innocuous titled book called "The Grandmother's Book" It asked simple questions like, " What do you remember about your father/ siblings/school."
Well, this set me off on a journey of self discovery. After studying for a BA in Humanities, majoring in literature, this book sent me to Person Centred Art Therapy and a Diploma in Psychology. What a can of worms. Enough said that I visited the resting place of my dead father who I didn't ever see again after I was thirteen due to my parents divorce.
You may agree with Philip Larkin who said "Parents Fuck you up." but families also give strength, community, love and support. It is really how people respond to their backgrounds and their traumas that make the personality.
There are rifts in families but there are also long lost relatives that go to enormous lengths to find one another. I veer to the love and support side. My brother has a strong sense of family and I try to be a good grandmother. This year I am hoping to publish the "Grandmother's Book" for private members of our family and put my heart and soul into it.
F/friends
I feel that they are like deep warm pockets in the overcoat of my life. There are the friendship couples with whom we have meals and times out. There are my fibromyalgia friends who understand physical pain and the life bending condition and to whom I can talk frankly. There are my craft friends who are my inspiration when there is a fallow time. There are my writing friends at Millhouse Retreat who test my intellectual creativity. And then there are my spiritual Friends, they are the testing ones, the difficult ones, and so it should be.
There are also the friends that I have lost touch with and the long distance friends, energy is needed for these.
And Friends on Facebook. I love new technology, I am not very expert at times but find it also a creative and exciting medium.
Thanks for reading and being my online F/friend.
Saturday, 8 February 2014
E is for eyes, emails, and evolution
Evolution. I am very aware of my age and limited response to things that are progress in technology. I think I need to keep an open mind when relating to the new modern generation. My grand children's world is a very different place to mine. I need to trust that their world will be fine, different but fine.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=orXws08ODiQ
Last night I saw a film of Don McCullin and his war photography. It was the most emotionally devastating film I have ever seen. It reduced me to tears of pity for the inhumanity of mankind, and the tragedy of innocent civilians mostly children and the tragedy of boys and men who have to fight for political agendas. If anything confirms my Quakerism this film does.
However he highlighted atrocities done in the name of Christianity. It also confirms my ideals in that I appreciate the teachings of the prophet Jesus, but the word Christian has negative connotations for me. I wish it was otherwise.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3PwTupwRVV4
D is for Divinity
The root of the word "divine" is literally "godlike" (from the Latin deus, cf. Dyaus, closely related to Greek zeus, div in Persian and deva in Sanskrit), but the use varies significantly depending on which religion is being discussed.
For me the universe has an order which I describe as divine, a divine inscrutability that science will never fully understand and I am also a small part of that divinity. I feel that the still small voice of God emanates from that divinity.
Friday, 7 February 2014
D is for The Divine
For me the universe has an order which I describe as divine, a divine inscrutability that science will never fully understand and I am also a small part of that divinity. I feel that the still small voice of God emanates from that divinity.
Wednesday, 5 February 2014
C is for the Chalice Well
About Chalice Well
“While there are many reasons why I have
returned to Chalice Well over the years, the one constant theme is
peace; a deep inward peace that can carry me through the tides of life. I
know of no other place that provides this so perfectly and so deeply as
Chalice Well.”
To safeguard and protect this place the Chalice Well Trust was
established in 1959 by Wellesley Tudor Pole to enable visitors and
pilgrims to receive inspiration and refreshment from the waters and
gardens.Tuesday, 4 February 2014
B - is for Beauty
Beauty lies in the total abandonment of the observer and the observed. There is no ladder to climb, only the first step and the first step is the everlasting step.
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