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Old Fire Station, Spring Equinox and Cake

1 Walking through Penryn a different way today, I noticed the old Fire Station, all painted up and now someone’s home. Click on the photo for detail of the sign over the door.

The old Fire Station, Penryn

Detail

2 Today is the Spring Equinox and we went again to our friends’ newly planted woodland where they are creating a stone circle. We helped to raise a stone at Winter Solstice, see this post, and today we helped to raise another for the Spring Equinox. Follow the slide show through to see the whole event.

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3 After a cold and rather wet Ceremony, we went in to sit by the wood-burning stove and tucked into the most delicious cake made by T, in honour of the developing stone circle.

Chocolate cake

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Posted by mybeautfulthings on March 20, 2014 in Beauty, environment, nature, photography, Postaday 2014, Uncategorized

Tags: Ceremony, chocolate cake, old fire station, Spring Equinox, stone circle

Smells of Senegal, London Underground and Khalil Gibran on Children

20 Apr

1 Such a lovely thing – when I use my hairdryer, it blows out the beautiful incensey smell that was in our apartment in Pikine in Senegal bringing back all those lovely memories.

2 We’ve just bought a new shower curtain with the Tube map on it! Click on it to make it big enough to read.

London Underground Map on our new shower curtain

3 I’ve just come back from the run-through of tomorrow’s Baby Naming Ceremony, firstly a beautiful drive down to Potager Garden though lanes lined by ancient trees and then the words of the Ceremony which contain the following from Kahlil Gibran, words that Mr S and I love and the philosophy which we tried to keep in mind while bringing up our own four children:

“Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.

You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.”