Today’s dress rehearsals were wonderful. Here are a few of the characters you will meet if you come to the show next week.
It is less than two weeks to the start of our production of ‘Until the Day Break’! Today was a choir rehearsal with The Ingleheart Singers and The Red River Singers for the whole route, planning who should sing where – very exciting! There were small character rehearsals going on too so here is a gallery to give you a flavour of our beautiful afternoon. Click on any photo for more detail.
In Praise of Spring – Linda GreggThe day is taken by each thing and grows complete.I go out and come in and go out again,confused by a beauty that knows nothing of delay,rushing like fire. All things move fasterthan time and make a stillness thereby. My mindleans back and smiles, having nothing to say.Even at night I go out with a light and lookat the growing. I kneel and look at one thingat a time. A white spider on a peony bud.I have nothing to give, and make a poor servant,but I can praise the spring. Praise this wildnessthat does not heed the hour. The doe that does notstop at dark but continues to grow all night long.The beauty in every degree of flourishing. Violetslift to the rain and the brook gets louder than ever.The old German farmer is asleep and the flowers go onopening. There are stars. Mint grows high. Leavesbend in the sunlight as the rain continues to fall.
I went on another search around St Euny graveyard today. Daffodils are beginning to bloom.
I love the oak tree at the start of the lane. Just look at the ferns and the moss growing on the leafless branches and today we have a beautiful blue sky with scudding fluffy clouds.
Celandines are so pretty with the bronze outside and the golden yellow inside.
I have some beautiful new yarn for my ongoing project which I can’t tell you much more about until March and LiveWire T’s birthday!
I have spent the last three days reading and researching for our project and at the end of it have decided that this one, about a family connected with El Cobre Mine in Cuba, is not a story to tell in the graveyard but one for the booklet. To enlighten you re The Project, called “Until the Day Break”: in May we are to bring to life some of the ‘residents’ of our local Churchyard, St Euny and we will tell their stories beside their gravestones. The stories are to be a celebration of the lives lived and have led to some remarkable discoveries. Today, I have come to the conclusion that fascinating as it is, the story of El Cobre Mine in Cuba is not an uplifting one so not one for the performance. It is however, well worth the telling. Watch this space! When the booklet is published I will share it with you all.
It was these two gravestones that set me off on the story –
The Mersey poet, Brian Patten, whose work I love and whom I met many years ago, was born on this day in 1946. To mark his birthday, I give you “The Bee’s Last Journey to the Rose” which , though written many years ago, says much to me about hope for the future. I hope it does the same for you.
The Bee’s Last Journey to the Rose
I came first through the warm grass
Humming with Spring,
And now swim through the evening’s
Soft sunlight gone cold.
I am old in this green ocean
Going a final time to the rose.
North wind, until I reach it
Keep your icy breath away
That changes pollen into dust.
Let me be drunk on this scent a final time,
Then blow if you must.
by Brian Patten
Catching up with a fellow blogger, Unexpectedincommonhours, I found this delightful video which sums up my philosophy too. As she says, it may be a children’s song, but it is a good way to live. Debs also had this quotation – perfect. Thank you.
I am determined to be cheerful and happy in whatever situation I may find myself. For I have learned that the greater part of our misery or unhappiness is determined not by our circumstance but by our disposition. (Martha Washington)