Category Archives: Words
I was reminded today of a little treasure of a book, ‘Lyra’s Oxford’ by Philip Pullman that the lovely Mr S gave me many years ago. I read it again this afternoon and loved it still. It is a delight, a little taster of the wonderful ‘His Dark Materials’ trilogy.
I read this yesterday and it seemed so perfect to me in these strange and unsettling times.
“My grandmother once gave me a tip:
In difficult times, you move forward in small steps.
Do what you have to do, but little by little.
Don’t think about the future, or what may happen tomorrow.
Wash the dishes.
Remove the dust.
Write a letter.
Make a soup.
You are advancing step by step.
Take a step and stop.
Rest a little.
Take another step.
You won’t notice, but your steps will grow more and more.
And the time will come when you can think about the future without crying.” ~ Elena Mikhalkova
Cornwall Scrubs delivered some new Seasalt fabric for me yesterday. Seasalt, a Cornish company, have been amazing in donating metres of beautiful fabric for making bags and scrub caps. Today it has been washed and is drying on the Victorian pulley rack that I inherited from my Mum and tomorrow I can start my next pieces. Our Chocolate Crunch treat is helping us through the days. This is the third trayful I have made since we started self-isolating 8 weeks ago……….
I had to miss choir tonight as I have sneezy sniffles and don’t want to share them. Missed the session. 🙁
Listening to the radio while I am writing this, I have just heard some words from e e cummings, a writer whose poetry I love but words that were both new to me and the philosophy the pair of us live by. We waste no days!
Our Dearest friend, Kath, for whom this blog is written and who died far too early, had, with her husband, a house in Meysaac, France. Following the rather lovely French tradition, explained below, she used to give me a little bunch of Lily of the Valley each year on May 1st or, if we weren’t together, she would send a card. In her memory, several years ago, I planted Lily of the Valley in the wall garden at the back. This is the first year they have produced more than a few blooms.
According to French tradition, give those you love a little bouquet of Lily-of-the-Valley (Muguet), to wish them happiness and good luck in celebration of the arrival of spring because on May 1st, 1561, King Charles IX of France received a lily of the valley (or Muguets in French) as a lucky charm, and thereafter decided to offer one each year to the ladies of the court. Dear Readers, please accept this little flower in the spirit of La Fête du Muguet.
Winnie the Pooh always gets it right!
As I was driving to buy some more special boxes suitable for posting my glass pieces, I heard a quotation from Samuel Beckett which touched me deeply. One of the loveliest things about having Grandchildren is that moment when you are walking along together and a little hand slips into yours. Even the ten year old still does this and I just love it!
“The child hand raised to reach the holding hand. Hold the old holding hand. Hold and be held.” Samuel Beckett Worstward Ho
I called in for our favourite bread today and the lovely lady who looks after us has had her nails painted for Easter. They look just like little sparkly Easter eggs and I asked if I could take a photo which amused her greatly.
I had a message today asking me to re-stock my space in The Craft Collective as two more pieces have sold, much to my delight. It was very pleasing too to see one of my pieces in the window.