The moon was setting as we drew the curtains this morning and the sky was coloured by the dawn.Last night the full moon was at the back of the house where the sun rises. This morning, at the front, with dawn colours right across the sky.
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One of our jobs at Community Roots today was starting to make Christmas cards by printing using beetroot. These ‘designs’ will be enhanced by one of our younger volunteers who did art at A level. Here is one of the initial prints. Next week, I’ll show you a finished card.
I sold two more angels today (two at choir yesterday too) one, I discovered, with a shell of Paua which is regarded as something special in New Zealand and I discovered the following by googling –
“It is believed that all varieties of abalone (including paua) strengthen the body as well as the heart. If a person wears jewelry made from paua shells, it is said that he can express his feelings to others articulately. They are believed to bring sensitivity, harmony, and connectivity in relationships. As this shell is found in a number of colours, it represents the beauty of life, which is ‘change’ that we experience every day.
It is a common Maori practice to gift paua shells to one another. According to them, this shell brings good luck, prosperity, and peace to the wearer.”
We’ve had a shared dinner with friends this evening. We made the Borscht by the recipe given to us by our Ukrainian friend, Danylo; one couple made a delicious sourdough loaf to go with the soup and the other couple made Biskvit, Ukrainian Apple Pudding, from the #cookforUkraine website.
It has been a joy to have friends around for a meal again after so long of the pandemic and we have sent our donation to the Justgiving site.
We made Chocolate Beetroot Cake today to share with friends, enough mixture left over for little buns with cream cheese icing and crystallised beetroot hearts on top.
I’ve worked on my Angels for Ukraine again today and experimented with sea glass for the heads of the smaller ones. I like the way they are not round like the glass beads I usually use. I think they show character!
Fabulous day today as the volunteers at Community Roots planted trees and shrubs as windbreaks to protect the site from salty winds and later shared a delicious pizza lunch. Do click through the photos to see the captions. Some of the photos were taken by other volunteers and are here with permission.
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Tonight there is a gig that we wanted to go to, Angeline Morrison with her set, The Sorrow Songs, see the poster below. We really wanted to go but missed out on tickets. Today, I stupidly replied to someone on Facebook who said she had tickets she couldn’t now use and to message her. I did. I transferred money. She didn’t send tickets. I realised I had been cheated. After almost an hour talking to the fraud people at the bank, they have assured me that my account is safe. They decided to refund me which astonished and pleased me as it was entirely my own fault. Big lesson learned today. Not everyone is kind or honest.
UPDATE: The wonderful people at The Redruth Drapery, hearing of our plight, invited us down, saying they could squeeze us in. Angeline Morrison is as brilliant as we had hoped, her story telling and her song writing all in her gorgeous voice made for a very special evening after a really horrid afternoon.
I’ve been working on glass all day as it is time for angels to be made. I’m using blue and yellow glass and making Angels for Ukraine. I’ve cut six, filed and cleaned all six, foiled just one and begun to choose the recycled, often given to me by friends, bits of jewellery to decorate them.
I found this poem today and it seemed right, being about singing and for peace.
Songs for the People
Let me make the songs for the people,Songs for the old and young;Songs to stir like a battle-cryWherever they are sung.
Not for the clashing of sabres,For carnage nor for strife;But songs to thrill the hearts of menWith more abundant life.
Let me make the songs for the weary,Amid life’s fever and fret,Till hearts shall relax their tension,And careworn brows forget.Let me sing for little children,Before their footsteps stray,Sweet anthems of love and duty,To float o’er life’s highway.I would sing for the poor and aged,When shadows dim their sight;Of the bright and restful mansions,Where there shall be no night.Our world, so worn and weary,Needs music, pure and strong,To hush the jangle and discordsOf sorrow, pain, and wrong.
Music to soothe all its sorrow,Till war and crime shall cease;And the hearts of men grown tenderGirdle the world with peace.
Last time we visited our lovely 103 year old friend she asked where my love of elephants had begun. I said my Daddy reading Rudyard Kipling’s story of How the Elephant Got His Trunk might well be part of it. Later that evening I remembered Horton the Elephant, a book by Dr Seuss first published in 1940 which formed an important part of story time when I was little. Not having a copy any longer, I bought a used one from Ebay and it was delivered today. I realise that some of my personal philosophy also came from Horton – to be kind, to be true to my word and, with our children and with those I taught, that I only said what I meant.
The low Autumn sun made a shadow on the ceiling of the glass heart that we have hanging in our front window. I made it in March to show love and support for Ukraine.
We’ve had a quiet afternoon and I finished off the baby rug for the Grandbaby of a friend, in fact the new daughter of the young couple whose wedding ceremony I performed at the beach last year.