A busy day – Truro early in the rain and then to St Euny Church to meet with the Welsh Choir for our concert and a pot luck shared meal. More in tomorrow’s post.
Category Archives: Celebration
It was overcast but the rain held off for the very beautiful Humanist Wedding held in the grounds of the Meudon Hotel, Falmouth. The couple were very happy, of course, and the whole event full of love and joy.
They chose some very interesting readings – this extract from The Amber Spyglass by Phillip Pullman was particularly moving.
“I will love you forever; whatever happens. Till I die and after I die, and when I find my way out of the land of the dead, I’ll drift about forever, all my atoms, till I find you again… I’ll be looking for you, every moment, every single moment. And when we do find each other again, we’ll cling together so tight that nothing and no one’ll ever tear us apart. Every atom of me and every atom of you… We’ll live in birds and flowers and dragonflies and pine trees and in clouds and in those little specks of light you see floating in sunbeams… And when they use our atoms to make new lives, they won’t just be able to take one, they’ll have to take two, one of you and one of me.”
The gardens at The Meudon are glorious. We must visit again very soon.
I do love being the Celebrant at such happy occasions.
I baked a cake using a new recipe today and it turned out very well indeed. It was a Birthday cake for a dear friend who will be 99 in a couple of weeks but we will be away on the date so we had a mini party this afternoon – Cornish cream tea followed by Chocolate, Date and Coffee cake, decorated with (edible) Primroses from our garden.
One of their three cats was curled up happily in a basket.
Nicky showed us around her potting studio and I photographed just one of her stunning pots.
The border outside was a riot of colours, yellow and purple in profusion.
PS. For those who read about my beautiful Chappelle plate a couple of days ago, I found the potters! I emailed and was truly delighted to get the following in reply.
“Thank you Sally. It’s a tray I personally did many years ago. I’m happy you are still enjoying it.
We closed Chappelle Gallery Jan 15th after 17 years. I was needing a break and we were wanting to do some things before we couldn’t.
I noticed a commemorative plaque today that I haven’t seen before despite having used this short cut on many occasions.
Captain Richard Upton, a former smuggler turned excise man who went on to become Mayor of Falmouth on two occasions, lived in the house at the top of Upton’s Slip which is in the picture below.
There is a mural on the way out of one of the car parks which was renewed last year and looks brilliant.
to see both sides of the mural and to read about the project which celebrates Falmouth as a community and promotes awareness of autism in a positive way. You can read about each of the children involved. It is truly inspiring.
P.S. Added 7th April 2018.
In the comments below, you will see that I have been asked about the figurehead at the bottom of the slip. I found this short Youtube video about her, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cc7cPW2LeuI
I needed to have a golden yellow scarf for today for the funeral of our choir member who died in March. He was a staunch Cornishman and wanted us to wear black and golden yellow, Cornish colours, and yesterday I found this beauty, yellow gold with purple, white and green – just perfect. It was a beautiful Ceremony, full of singing and joy as well as some tears, a real celebration of a life well lived.
Come, and be my BabyThe highway is full of big carsgoing nowhere fastAnd folks is smoking anything that’ll burnSome people wrap their lies around a cocktail glassAnd you sit wonderingwhere you’re going to turnI got it.Come. And be my baby.Some prophets say the world is gonna end tomorrowBut others say we’ve got a week or twoThe paper is full of every kind of blooming horrorAnd you sit wonderingWhat you’re gonna do.I got it.Come. And be my baby.
The wonderful Man Engine rose to his full height at Heartlands today as we sang to him and the crowd who braved the rain and wind.
I earned my Cornish passport today!
Even with four layers, I did get rather cold and damp (it was only 8C today) so when I came home, after toast and honey next door, I lit the wood burner.
If you are on the route of the Man Engine Resurrection Tour, do get your tickets and enjoy the biggest ever mechanical puppet the UK has ever seen! You won’t regret it. https://www.themanengine.org.uk/
What a fabulous sing this morning at the Eco Park in Porthtowan with the ever inspiring Claire and then the most delicious Brunch at La Cantina. There are decorated things all over the park and this cable drum pleased me.
The Birthday party that was postponed because of the snow is to be held tonight and the Vegan Brownies that I made are now assembled into a Brownie Mountain Birthday Cake.
I have shared several poems by Naomi Shibab Nye whose writing I much admire and invariably enjoy. I hope you love this one too and its uplifting message.
Happiness – Naomi Shihab Nye
It is difficult to know what to do with so much happiness.
With sadness there is something to rub against,
a wound to tend with lotion and cloth.
When the world falls in around you, you have pieces to pick up,
something to hold in your hands, like ticket stubs or change.
But happiness floats.
It doesn’t need you to hold it down.
It doesn’t need anything.
Happiness lands on the roof of the next house, singing,
and disappears when it wants to.
You are happy either way.
Even the fact that you once lived in a peaceful tree house
and now live over a quarry of noise and dust
cannot make you unhappy.
Everything has a life of its own,
it too could wake up filled with possibilities
of coffee cake and ripe peaches,
and love even the floor which needs to be swept,
the soiled linens and scratched records . . .
Since there is no place large enough
to contain so much happiness,
you shrug, you raise your hands, and it flows out of you
into everything you touch. You are not responsible.
You take no credit, as the night sky takes no credit
for the moon, but continues to hold it, and share it,
and in that way, be known.