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Onondaga Nation, Tomatoes and Sand Dollar Earrings

In The Heard Museum in Phoenix last year, I found a beautiful 53″ long wall hanging entitled “Greetings and Thanks to the Natural World, a daily thanksgiving inspired by the Onondaga Nation, Haudenosaunee’. I’ll show you a piece a day for the next ten days.

A Daily Thanksgiving inspired by the Onondaga Nation

Special thanks today go to three of my friends with whom I sing for a lovely hardworking afternoon and to J for a share in his wonderful tomato crop.

Mixed tomatoes

Still sorting! Today I came across such a little treasure in a box of forgotten earrings. I have shown you Sand Dollars before but these are tiny and so perfect and I have never worn them.They measure just over 1cm in diameter. Click here and here to see earlier mentions.

Sand dollar earrings

I am loath to break one of my Sand Dollars to find the ‘five perfect doves’ mentioned but am very tempted. Watch this space!

 
 

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Stamps, Mists and Beans

Still sorting! Today I found some stamps dated from 1980, one of which brought a wry smile – the one on the right with the words, “America’s Light Fueled by Truth and Reason.”

“America’s Light Fueled by Truth and Reason”

We went to Marazion Bay again today to find a few stones for our fountain. It was cold, wet and windy and the wind-surfers were have an exhilarating time.

St Michael’s Mount in the mists

We’ve harvested a few Broad Beans for supper tonight.

Broad Beans from our garden

 

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Bee, School Reports and A Sand Dollar

I spotted a Bee on the Marjoram this morning. It had collected so much pale yellow pollen it could hardly fly off.

Bee on the Marjoram

More sorting today and a great deal of pleasure! I found school reports for two pupils from many years ago, both of whom I thought might well have a career in writing so I saved their reports to be able to say later, “I used to teach this young man/young woman!”   I managed to track down one of them and we had a delightful conversation about his career so far. It pleases me so much to hear from ex-pupils and to hear their enthusiasm. His report contained phrases such as, ‘S has an enviable talent for original writing,’ ‘an intuitive feel for language,’ and ‘S writes fluently with imagination and skill.’  Plenty of time yet to fulfil his dreams.

Among my treasures to sort is this sand dollar which we picked up  over 30 years on our first visit to America to see my brother and we discovered the delicacy of sand-dollars on the beach near Savannah. Isn’t it beautiful?

Echinodiscus tenuissimus test (Astriclypeidae)

 

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A Winter Poem and A Pink Hat

A good friend sent me this poem and I am delighted to share it with you. Thank you, L. There is something very special about winter evenings when we can literally snuggle against the cold and seek shelter in the wrap of winter as our souls seeks solace.  It makes me think too of how lucky those of us with this privilege are.

Winter’s Cloak by Joyce Rupp

This year I do not want
the dark to leave me.
I need its wrap
of silent stillness,
its cloak
of long lasting embrace.
Too much light
has pulled me away
from the chamber
of gestation.

Let the dawns
come late,
let the sunsets
arrive early,
let the evenings
extend themselves
while I lean into
the abyss of my being.

Let me lie in the cave
of my soul,
for too much light
blinds me,
steals the source
of revelation.

Let me seek solace
in the empty places
of winter’s passage,
those vast dark nights
that never fail to shelter me.

I have spent the evening knitting – this time for myself. I have made a hat in pink! Tomorrow we are joining in solidarity and in support of the *non-partisan* women’s march occurring in Washington D.C. and other cities, in a march being organised in Cornwall on St Austell’s beach at East Portholland Saturday January 21st. We will gather on the beach from 4pm – 5pm in solidarity.

The following words from the official Women’s March on Washington’s “Guiding Vision and Definition of Principles” explain further.

The Women’s March on Washington is a women-led movement bringing together people of all genders, ages, races, cultures, political affiliations and backgrounds in our nation’s capital on January 21, 2017, to affirm our shared humanity and pronounce our bold message of resistance and self-determination.

“It is not our differences that divide us. It is our inability to recognize, accept and celebrate those differences.” – Audre Lorde

“We may have all come on different ships, but we’re in the same boat now.” – Martin Luther King Jr.

I’ll let you know how it goes. Before that gathering on the beach in St Austell we will be at the Rally in Truro to show support for our NHS.

Here is my hat!     #pussyhat project and its pink visual statement of resistance and solidarity,dscn9349 dscn9347

 
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Posted by on January 20, 2017 in America, Beauty, knitting, poetry, postaday2017

 

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Rumi, A Library and Blogging

One tree can start a forest,
One bird can herald spring,

One smile can begin a friendship,

One hand can lift a soul,
One star can guide a ship at sea,
One word can frame the goal,
One sunbeam can light a room,
One candle can wipe out darkness,
One laugh can conquer gloom,
One hope can raise our spirits,
One touch can show you care,
One voice can wake up everybody,

One life can make the difference.

Be that one.

What beautiful words and sentiments from Rumi.

How is this for a library? It is in Kansas City, Missouri. Thank you, Rachel, for showing me this.

I have been blogging for FIVE years! Most days I have found three beautiful things, things that have made me smile and warmed my soul. There have been 1975 posts making about 5900 beautiful things and there are 1500 people who are following and, I hope, enjoying all the beauty in our lives. Thanks to all my lovely readers. 🙂 

 
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Posted by on November 6, 2016 in America, architecture, Beauty, books

 

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Squirrel, Pin Cushion and Hahai-i

A very fluffy tailed squirrel has found our bird feeder.

The other day I bought some new glass topped sewing pins and today I added them to my Mum’s collection in the beautiful patchwork pin cushion that she made. You can see her tiny hand sewn stitches

When we were in Arizona I was given the very special present of a Kachina. This one is called Hahai-i, the Grandmother Kachina, and was a precious present from one Grandmother to another. “The Hopi doll carvers make her effigy in the flat form to be the first present that a baby receives.” From Hopi Kachinas by Barton Wright, a complementary present given at the same time. “Kachinas are the spirit essence of everything in the real world,” and they have truly caught my imagination. My Hahai-I already has companions which we bought in Phoenix at the Heard museum shop. I’ll tell you about those two soon.

 
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Posted by on October 11, 2016 in Arizona, art, Beauty

 

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Hebe, Hyacinths and My Research

I love the little pink bits in our white Hebe.dscn7062

I have planted up prepared Hyacinths in my Mum’s lovely glass jars, three white and three blue. Something went wrong last year so I am hoping all will be well this year. They are in a dark cupboard now for about six weeks until there is good root growth and then I will bring them out in the hope that they will be in flower between Christmas and New Year.dscn7063

I am spending many hours researching some of the ‘residents’ buried in our local churchyard, St Uny. We are working towards a production in May next year and I am finding myself consumed by the story of one young man and his mother. His is a War Grave – born in Colorado, he died in 1916 at the tender age of 19 and his mother died just six months later. There is such a story to tell.    I went back to my collections of poetry from the First World War this afternoon and came across this and leave it with you here…….

The End of a War 

In former days we used to look at life, and sometimes from a distance, at death, and still further removed from us, at eternity. Today it is from afar that we look at life, death is near us, and perhaps nearer still is eternity.

written by Jean Bouvier, a French Subaltern, February 1916

 

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