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Cygnets, Cosmos and Pablo Neruda

What a delightful sight today as we were singing – cygnets on the river!  Aren’t they lovely?

Cygnets on the Penryn River

We have planted lots of Cosmos which we do every year. This year they are a special reminder of our holiday in South Africa though we didn’t see any yellow ones while away.

Yellow Cosmos

This poem from Pablo Neruda is new to me and I like it very much.

You start dying slowly
if you do not travel,
if you do not read,
If you do not listen to the sounds of life,
If you do not appreciate yourself.

You start dying slowly
When you kill your self-esteem;
When you do not let others help you.

You start dying slowly
If you become a slave of your habits,
Walking everyday on the same paths…
If you do not change your routine,
If you do not wear different colours
Or you do not speak to those you don’t know.

You start dying slowly
If you avoid to feel passion
And their turbulent emotions;
Those which make your eyes glisten
And your heart beat fast.

You start dying slowly
If you do not change your life when you are not satisfied with your job, or with your love,
If you do not risk what is safe for the uncertain,
If you do not go after a dream,
If you do not allow yourself,
At least once in your lifetime,
To run away from sensible advice…

 

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Beetle, Clematis and A Poem

I found a little green beetle on my trousers as I was working in the garden this morning.

Green Shield Bug?

Our Clematis in the front garden is spectacular – this is only about half of it!

Clematis

Regular readers will have seen several of cummings’ poems on here,  another today that somehow suits the Spring and the blue skies we have been having until this afternoon.

o by the by – ee cummings
o by the by
has anybody seen
little you-i
who stood on a green
hill and threw
his wish at bluewith a swoop and a dart
out flew his wish
(it dived like a fish
but it climbed like a dream)
throbbing like a heart
singing like a flameblue took it my
far beyond far
and high beyond high
bluer took it your
but bluest took it our
away beyond wherewhat wonderful thing
is the end of a string
(murmers little you-i
as the hill becomes nil)
and will somebody tell
me why people let go

 

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Desiderata, Clematis and A Web

I am preparing for a Humanist Wedding ceremony this coming Saturday and as I started work this morning, a message came in from two of my colleagues who did a Wedding last weekend (no, not that one!) where  Desiderata was one of the readings. I was reminded of how special it is.

Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons.Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even to the dull and the ignorant; they too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons; they are vexatious to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain or bitter, for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.

Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.

Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals, and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself. Especially, do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth.

Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.

Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here.

And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be. And whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul. With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.

Desiderata by Max Ehrmann

Our Nelly Moser Clematis has its first flower and something is eating the petals!

Nelly Moser

I was sitting enjoying the sunshine when I noticed this circular web and wondered what creature may be responsible.

Who made this very neat web in the wall?

 

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Toadstools, First Bluebell and A Poem

Found in the garden of some lovely friends…..

Primroses and Toadstools

Leaving their place, I spotted my first Bluebell of the year, just about to open, beside the stream in the village.

First Bluebell by a stream

We thought Spring had arrived but, as is the nature of April, today has been full of showers (and a bitter wind.) Spring really is coming, see above. Here is a poem, by Sara Teasdale, that sums up April rather well.

April – Sara Teasdale

The roofs are shining from the rain.
The sparrows tritter as they fly,
And with a windy April grace
The little clouds go by.

Yet the back-yards are bare and brown
With only one unchanging tree–
I could not be so sure of Spring
Save that it sings in me.

 

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Peace, Plate and Peppers

In these troubled times, Lao Tzu’s words, written two and a half thousand years ago, can still point the way for us all:

If there is to be peace in the world,
There must be peace in the nations.
If there is to be peace in the nations,
There must be peace in the cities.
If there is to be peace in the cities,
There must be peace between neighbours.
If there is to be peace between neighbours,
There must be peace in the home.
If there is to be peace in the home,
There must be peace in the heart.

We have a beautiful plate that we bought in Atlanta on our first visit to America about 40 years ago. It shows Stone Mountain, Georgia and we love it. It takes a central position on our kitchen dresser. The potter is named on the back as Chappelle and, looking them up (as you do!) I discover that they are still around! If you look at their gallery, you will see a similarity with our plate so I think, and hope, that I have found the right people.     http://chappellegallery.com/pottery/

Stone Mountain plate

I have stuffed two peppers with mushrooms, garlic, sun-dried tomatoes, chopped Brazil nuts, pretzel crumbs and Halloumi cubes for our supper tonight. It looks good so I hope it tastes as good as it looks!

Stuffed Peppers

 
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Posted by on April 15, 2018 in America, art, Beauty, Food, Peace, poetry, Postaday2018

 

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White Primrose, Narcissi and John Keats

We have some lovely white Primroses in the front garden. They have arrived all of their own accord.

White Primroses with the more common pale yellow ones for contrast.

In all our garden work, a Narcissus became broken so I brought it in where we can appreciate its beauty close up.

Anyone know the name of this beauty?

John Keats dated his poem, Endymion,  April10th 1818,  200 years ago today. Here is a short extract which sums up my blog’s purpose.

 

From Endymion, Book 1

A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: 
Its lovliness increases; it will never 
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep 
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep 
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing. 
Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing 
A flowery band to bind us to the earth, 
Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth 
Of noble natures, of the gloomy days, 
Of all the unhealthy and o’er-darkn’d ways 
Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all, 
Some shape of beauty moves away the pall 
From our dark spirits.

John Keats

 

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Scarf, Maya Angelou and Martin Luther King

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.

My new scarf for Paul’s Ceremony

Maya Angelou was born on this day in 1928 and as I may not still be writing my blog in 10 years to celebrate her Centenary, here I give you another of her beauties, ‘Come, and be my Baby.’ You can find her wonderful ‘Still I Rise’ poem here.
Come, and be my Baby
The highway is full of big cars
going nowhere fast
And folks is smoking anything that’ll burn
Some people wrap their lies around a cocktail glass
And you sit wondering
where you’re going to turn
I got it.
Come. And be my baby.
 
Some prophets say the world is gonna end tomorrow
But others say we’ve got a week or two
The paper is full of every kind of blooming horror
And you sit wondering
What you’re gonna do.
I got it.
Come. And be my baby.
It is 50 years ago on this date that Martin Luther king was assassinated. To mark this occasion, the 5pm news programme on BBC Radio 4 played part of his I have a Dream speech that I had never heard before. MLK explains, in wonderful rhetoric, what would have happened or not happened if he had sneezed after being stabbed some years before. Do have a listen.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GfpbkTP-XaY
 

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