Today I posted a little book to its author. Many years ago, when teaching Year 7s, we used to read ‘The Indian in the Cupboard’ by Lynne Reid Banks and from that inspiration, the children wrote their own story in chapters. I kept Paul’s which is delightful and as I have followed his very interesting career and stayed in touch, I am able to return this lovely piece of work to him.
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For years we have wondered about having somewhere to commemorate my Mum and Dad and have thought that a bench near Gwennap Church where Dad found his inspiration for his best seller, “Jeremy Visick” would be just perfect. The stream that runs by is mentioned in the story too and the place really is special to all the family. Today, with the blessing of the Vicar, we met the Church warden to discuss how this can happen and where to site the bench – just to the right of the one that is there already. So delighted that this project is finally going to happen. I’ll keep you informed as things progress.
A friend sent a message today to say that in her clearing out she has found some single earrings and can I use them in my glass projects? Yes, I can! I’ve left a little bunch of sweet peas on the doorstep in exchange.
The following words seem right in these strange and discombobulating times. I have posted them before, some four years ago.
Our order from Sarah Raven arrived much earlier than we anticipated so we have had to empty the daffodil pot in order to plant the Sweet Peas. I cut the Daffs to bring in and we have buried the bulbs so that the leaves can die down naturally.
Tonight my neighbours and I will be in the garden at 8.30 to sing for peace as people around the world will be doing. Join in if you would like to singing Peace, Salaam, Shalom.
It is UN Day today and we were privileged to have Bruce Kent, of CND and a veteran Peace campaigner, in Truro, to speak to us to mark the day. The world celebrates United Nations Day every October 24 to honour the interstate organisation promoting human rights, social progress, and world peace. … Founding the United Nations in 1945 right after the very tragic World War II meant a very important idea to be embedded in every nation – that is to achieve Peace. This aim becomes more important with each day that goes by.
Later in Truro, I saw a new tea cosy in the bread shop.
This morning I came across my quotation book again and thought this one of William Wordsworth’s seemed right for today.
“The best portions of a good man’s life are his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness.”
As 2018 gets under way with yet another storm, this one named Eleanor, I give you these Gaelic words which we sing with both my choirs. Deep peace is what we all need and it is what I wish for you all, my Dear Readers.
Tonight there is a full moon but it is so wet, windy and cloudy outside that I cannot find it!
On our very windy walk today at Godrevy, we marvelled at how the Kestrel could hover so well in the wildness that was blowing us about.
I baked today – Blueberry Streusel Cake to take next door where we went for a delicious Allotment lunch!
A good friend from choir told me that today is Universal Children’s Day and sent me the following photos of amazing sculptures at the Children of the World Monument at Nordkapp. The information comes from a blog I found: “The “Children of the World” sculpture was started in 1988 when author Simon Flem Devold randomly selected seven children from seven countries – Tanzania, Brazil, USA, Japan, Thailand, Italy and Russia — to visit the North Cape to dream of “Peace on Earth“. During their seven day visit, each of the 8-to12-year-old children made a clay relief symbolizing friendship, hope, joy and working together. In 1989 the reliefs were enlarged, cased in bronze and erected in a semi-circle outside the North Cape Hall. A “Mother and Child “monument by sculptor Eva Rybakken points toward the seven disks.” The last photo is from the blog too.
The low winter sunshine comes straight through our back windows and first thing in the morning the shadow of PEACE on the blind was the first thing I saw.
We noticed a lone golden rose blooming near the arch this morning.
As I write my very good friend, A, is on the train coming to visit. We have the champagne ready to celebrate being together for the first time in eight years!
Lunch was an omelette using leftovers from the weekend (Toulouse sausage, chicken, potatoes and freshly chopped chives from the herb garden) and it was delicious.
A very short walk in the sunshine this afternoon to attempt to wake up my exhausted bones just tired me further but we did see this beautiful Butterfly, a Small Tortoiseshell. Click on any photo to see the beautiful furriness of this gorgeous creature.
Yesterday I posted a recording of one of the songs that my choir will be singing this evening at the Concert for Peace in Truro. Here it is again. Do have a listen!
I told you a couple of weeks ago that my choirs were leaning a new song for our part in World Peace Day tomorrow. Here is a recording sent to me today by our choir leader.
After a couple of sunny days a front is moving through and so we have had Autumn rain. Here is a poem by Mary Oliver to celebrate Rain
Last Night the Rain Spoke To Me – Mary Oliver
spoke to me
to come falling
out of the brisk cloud,
to be happy again
in a new way
on the earth!
That’s what it said
as it dropped,
smelling of iron,
like a dream of the ocean
into the branches
and the grass below.
Then it was over.
The sky cleared.
I was standing
under a tree.
The tree was a tree
with happy leaves,
and I was myself,
and there were stars in the sky
that were also themselves
at the moment,
at which moment
my right hand
was holding my left hand
which was holding the tree
which was filled with stars
and the soft rain—
the wild and wondrous journeys
still to be ours.
Here is a view from indoors of our Tinner’s Hound in our rainy garden. He is still laughing!
It was on this day in 2004 that my lovely Dad died and he has been in my mind and my heart more than usual today. The following cutting was found by my Mum many, many years ago and clearly made her think of her Father, my Grandfather, The Rev W R Richards, whom I knew for only a couple of years when we lived in the Vicarage in Cockerham, Lancashire with him and my Granny.
If only – my lovely Dad was a very wise man.