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Category Archives: Kindness

Stained Glass, James Fenton and A Gift of Flowers

We have a pretty little panel of stained glass that hangs in the kitchen window. This morning, before the blind was lifted, the early sun was shining through and lighting up the engine house.

There’s food for thought in this poem, The Ideal by James Fenton and I like it.

This is where I came from.
I passed this way.
This should not be shameful
or hard to say.

A self is a self.
It is not a screen.
A person should respect
what he has been.

This is my past
which I shall not discard.
This is the ideal.
This is hard.

Our lovely neighbour Sue came in for supper tonight and shared a photo of some remarkably beautiful flowers sent to her from Heligan in condolence and in the memory of her very special husband, Bill,  who died recently and for whom I posted on 14th April.

Sue’s flowers from the staff at The Lost Gardens of Heligan

 

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A Westi, Thrift and An Easter Cookie Cake

We followed a car this morning with a little hairy dog putting its head out of the window. Is it a Westi? I’m not a dog person but loved this little head and the reflection.

The Thrift is beginning to bloom at Godrevy. Look carefully at the second photo and you will see some clinging to the vertical face of the cliff, almost in the centre of the photo.

I baked an Easter Cookie Cake for next door where all the family are gathered.  The recipe says to serve it warm from the container, all diving in with a spoon!

 

 

The Beach, Baby Bean Plants and Bluebells

I needed a walk on the beach today to blow away a smidgeon of my sadness and to remind me of the beauty of nature and the life force in the waves.

Yesterday we bought some Runner Bean plants – looking to the future when the beans can be harvested.

Our daughters have been on the phone today, looking after their Mum. Talking to T, LiveWire No 3, was such a treat as she recounted all her holiday adventures and then, by email came this beautiful photograph of B, LiveWire No 4, in the Bluebell woods. 

I’m keeping next door and all their visitors fed, making meals and baking being the practical thing I can do to help – Squash and Chestnut soup, silky smooth and nourishing and a jam pan full of Bolognese sauce.

 

Last Night’s Full Moon, Ribbons and A Poem

The full moon last night was glorious. I went out at 10pm and caught a few shots.

To identify each group of audience as they move through the story walks in St Euny Churchyard  for our production of ‘Until the Day Break’, we decided to make ribbon flashes. Redruth Sewing Studio were wonderful, ordering the ribbon rolls and pins for me and giving us a generous discount as we are a community group. I collected the materials this afternoon and this evening eight volunteers turned up to make the flashes and in just over an hour they were all done! Thank you so much, everyone.

One of my special blogging friends, Saymber, sent me a perfect poem this morning. I hope you like it as much as she and I do. I love poetry and this poem says that so clearly.Thank you, Saymber.

A Poem that Heals Fish by Mary Popova


A poem
is when you have the sky in your mouth.
It is hot like fresh bread,
when you eat it,
a little is always left over.
A poem
is when you hear
the heartbeat of a stone,
when words beat their wings.
It is a song sung in a cage.
A poem
is words turned upside down
and suddenly!
the world is new.

 

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A Walk, A Raindrop and Lemon Surprise pudding

A lovely friend  and I went for a walk today along the sands at Godrevy. It was windy and cold but sunny and glorious and it did me the power of good. Thank you N.

We stopped off for lunch at the cafe and I was delighted by the little table marker.

Coming home, there had been a heavy shower in our absence and an enormous raindrop had collected on one of the tulip leaves. Enlarge it to see amazing detail in the leaf.

This afternoon I baked another pudding, Lemon Surprise, where the surprise is that, after pouring the loose batter into the dish to bake, it magically turns into a sponge with a delicious lemony sauce underneath.  I made it for our lovely neighbours and we swapped it for some bio-char to put on the garden to help things grow!

 

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Kindness, Bluebells and A Cornish Pasty

It is National Kindness Day. One little act of kindness I managed today was to call someone’s attention to the fact that he had dropped his car keys and not noticed. I took some books to the charity shop. I was kindly looked after when I forgot to take my diary to a meeting – C sent her son as a runner for me and back he came with my diary in moments. Her daughter had been baking Hot Cross Buns and she gave us one each – delicious. Kindness makes the world go round. Here is a beautiful poem that I have shared before but you may not all have read it.

Kindness by Naomi  Shibab Nye

Before you know what kindness really is
you must lose things,
feel the future dissolve in a moment
like salt in a weakened broth.
What you held in your hand,
what you counted and carefully saved,
all this must go so you know
how desolate the landscape can be
between the regions of kindness.
How you ride and ride
thinking the bus will never stop,
the passengers eating maize and chicken
will stare out the window forever.
Before you learn the tender gravity of kindness,
you must travel where the Indian in a white poncho
lies dead by the side of the road.
You must see how this could be you,
how he too was someone
who journeyed through the night with plans
and the simple breath that kept him alive.
Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside,
you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing. 
You must wake up with sorrow.
You must speak to it till your voice
catches the thread of all sorrows
and you see the size of the cloth.
Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore,
only kindness that ties your shoes
and sends you out into the day to mail letters and purchase bread,
only kindness that raises its head
from the crowd of the world to say
it is I you have been looking for,
and then goes with you everywhere
like a shadow or a friend.

Coming home from town, down Lovers’ Lane I came across the first Bluebells.

I was on my own for lunch today and I treated myself to a small Cornish Pasty!

 

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The Healing Power of Singing, Friendship and Love

I just love my choir and my singing friends and I thank them from the bottom of my heart for the loving harmonies.

A small group of us are finding songs to sing with a small audience. This one came into my inbox this afternoon and is just perfect for today. “What’s In A Song”  Click below to listen.

 1) There are times when the folks are having a ball And the drinks and the jokes could fill up a hall But give me a song, a chorus, or more

And that’s when I’m likely to soar.

Oh they say there is nothing like having a feast
To bring folks close together from north, south, west, east But give us a song when the feasting is done
And that’s when the many are one… Oh…

2) There’s a time and a place for sorrow and woe When the pain and the tears are expected to flow But give me a song and voices close by
And that’s when I’m likely to cry

There’ve been times when my heart has wanted to weep But the pain and the tears were buried too deep
Then out of the blue in a roomful of song
The locked-inside feeling was gone…Oh..

3) There are places where pleasure is wrapped up and sold And you purchase a moment with silver andgold
But the pleasure of singing’s a blessing to me
‘Cause I know it by heart and it’s free

Oh, the times I remember and cherish so much
When we reach with our voices – it’s almost like touch

And we pull in the circle and banish our fears And we try to keep singing for years…Oh…

The following quotation is also apt for today.

Sending love out into the ether for all my blogging friends and all my readers.

 

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