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Clematis Armandii and A Humanist Farewell

The overnight winds blew off a bunch of buds from the Clematis Armandii so we brought them inside and very soon the buds had opened.

Clematis Armandii

Clematis Armandii

This morning saw a celebration of the life of a friend with a Humanist Ceremony and a Green burial in a beautiful spot.  A true Cornishman, a speaker of Cornish and a Cornish Bard,  tributes were paid to him in both English and Cornish and at the end we all sang Going Up Camborne Hill  in Cornish.

Bre Gammbronn

Bre Gammbronn

At the green burial site another friend read these lovely words written by Rabindranath Tagore ( 1861 – 1941)

Farewell My Friends – Rabindranath Tagore ( 1861 – 1941)

Farewell My Friends
It was beautiful
As long as it lasted
The journey of my life.
I have no regrets
Whatsoever said
The pain I’ll leave behind.
Those dear hearts
Who love and care…
And the strings pulling
At the heart and soul…
The strong arms
That held me up
When my own strength
Let me down.
At the turning of my life
I came across
Good friends,
Friends who stood by me
Even when time raced me by.
Farewell, farewell My friends
I smile and
Bid you goodbye.
No, shed no tears
For I need them not
All I need is your smile.
If you feel sad
Do think of me
For that’s what I’ll like
When you live in the hearts
Of those you love
Remember then
You never die.

 

St Piran's flag and daffodils at the green burial site

St Piran’s flag and daffodils at the green burial site

 

 

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Mural, Narcissi Field and The Invitation

1    There is a lovely shop in Penryn, called Just Delights, that is full of beautiful things. Each season they  change the mural on their wall and I have driven past it so many times meaning to take a photo for you. Today, just before they change it, here is the lovely Winter one. It was painted by Elizabeth Perry.
Mural by Elizabeth Perry

Mural by Elizabeth Perry

2   Driving to Penryn this afternoon, I became stuck in a traffic queue. Serendipitously, we stopped beside another field full of Narcissi and I managed to get a photo. Never mind how many fields like this I see, each one makes me smile!

Field of Narcissi

Field of Narcissi

3   It is a strange and rather lovely thing that Bloggers become friends across the oceans and through the ether. We learn about each other’s lives, loves, happinesses and sadnesses and we support each other through our blogs and our comments.  One of my good blogger friends  recently sent me this beautiful, moving and ultimately strengthening prose poem. There is a note from the writer at the end and a link to further explanation from her.

The Invitation
Oriah Mountain Dreamer
It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.
It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shrivelled and closed from fear of further pain.
I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it, or fade it, or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own; if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself. If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul. If you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see Beauty even when it is not pretty every day. And if you can source your own life from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand at the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, ‘Yes.’
It doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone and do what needs to be done to feed the children.
It doesn’t interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the centre of the fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.

Message from Oriah Mountain Dreamer

While I am pleased that this piece, “The Invitation”, has spoken to many others and happy that it is being shared, I would ask that you honour the original by sharing it as it was written.

I am a teacher and writer living in Toronto with my two teenage sons. While my family history includes stories of Scottish, German and Native American descent I am a Canadian woman, and not an Indian elder as has sometimes been reported, being neither old enough nor wise enough to claim the status of elder for any people. I have had the privilege of studying with and learning from the wisdom of Native American elders who gave me the medicine name, Mountain Dreamer. My first book, “Confessions of a Spiritual Thrillseeker”, is currently out of print. I am now working on a book entitled “The Invitation”, expanding on the thoughts and teachings held within this smaller piece. “Dreams of Desire” is a small collection of poetry available only through Mountain Dreaming.

Oriah Mountain Dreamer

 

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St Kew, Rules for Bell Ringers and A Tombstone

Yesterday I described the journey to St Kew. We were going there on a mission! I have recently bought a delightful little book called “Cornish Curiosities” by Margaret Caine and Alan Gorton and aim to visit as many as we can. We started with a board in St James the Great Church in St Kew where there are Rules for Bell-ringers dating back to 1783.  I love the words but even more I love the little drawings of the fat-bottomed bell-ringers. The whole Church and its Churchyard were fascinating, the church having been built in the 15th century on the site of a Chapel belonging to a monastery dating back to the 6th Century! It is well worth a visit should you ever be in the area. Click on any photo for more detail and the captions.

St James the Great Church in St Kew, North Cornwall

St James the Great Church in St Kew, North Cornwall

 

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Pityme Inn, A Ford and Some Daffodils,

We travelled the roads less taken today, tiny narrow lanes with grass growing down the middle. We went through a village called Pityme, another village called Chapel Amble where there was a ford along to St Kew which was our destination and tomorrow I will show you why we went there but it’s late now!  On the way back, as we stopped in a lay-by to change drivers, I spotted daffodils growing in a hedge, as they do in Cornwall, and every time I see them they make my heart sing.

Pityme Inn

Pityme Inn

The Ford - I wonder if it ever does get to 6ft!

The Ford – I wonder if it ever does get to 6ft!

Daffs in a hedge bottom

Daffs in a hedge bottom

Some one told me today that my blog is ‘soul food’. That really touched me deeply and I am so glad that it works like that for some of my readers.

 

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Thoreau, Hailstones and A Rainbow

1  This quotation came my way today, courtesy of a fellow blogger, unexpected in common hours. Go and have a look at what she writes . I like the sentiment herein.

“If one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams and endeavours to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours.”

– Henry David Thoreau

2   There were so many short sharp hail showers today that I feared for the little Tete a Tete daffodils but they have survived.

Hail shower in the back garden

Hail shower in the back garden

3  Coming away from the supermarket today (another first since my op, shopping on my own!) there were very dark clouds and suddenly and briefly a rainbow, very bright against the so dark cloud. I was in the car park so pulled over quickly and caught this photo. The next moment it was gone.  Such is the way of rainbows!

Rainbow over the Penryn River

Rainbow over the Penryn River

 

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R W Emerson, Primroses and Euphorbia

1    I heard this on the radio this morning and really liked it.

To laugh often and much; To win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; To earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends; To appreciate beauty, to find the best in others; To leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch, or a redeemed social condition; To know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded. Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803 – 1882) American Essayist & Poet

2   I went out in the front garden today and did some pruning and some weeding. It is such a very long time since I was able to do such simple things and it gave me great pleasure. Our Spring garden is looking lovely with Daffodils, three colours of Primroses and some Wallflowers.

3    There was a most attractive plant in the Flowerpot carpark in town today. I think, after some research, that it is a Euphorbia characias ‘Black Pearl’

Euphorbia characias 'Black Pearl'

Euphorbia characias ‘Black Pearl’

 

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Derry Temple, KniTZTanzania and Quinoa Salad

1   A most beautiful thing has been happening in Derry, Northern Ireland. A wonderfully intricate 75′ timber Temple has been created  by the renowned American artist, David Best, whose creations are set alight during Nevada’s annual Burning Man festival.    The remarkable structure was made by Catholics and Protestants working together in peace to honour those who died in the Troubles and was set alight last night.
Do watch the remarkably moving video. I promise you, the time will be worth it.  Please, let me know what you think. It moved me to tears.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pe8gvbAitfU  The link seems not to be working for everyone. If you find that, please copy and paste to try

 2   Sometime ago a friend sent me a pattern for a tiny jumper for a new-born and a Beanie hat to match. The charity who were collecting to send these where they were needed has closed but I have found another, KnitzTanzania who replied to me yesterday to say a consignment is just about to leave so if I post tomorrow my little outfits tomorrow, they will go to help save the lives of new-borns in Tanzania where Hypothermia can seriously damage the health of premature and newborn babies in the Tanzanian Highlands.  If any of you would like to join me I can post the pattern  in my Recipe pages! They are very easy and quick to knit.  I made the multi-coloured one with the present of some wool from Larissa when I was recuperating.

3   I was reminded  about quinoa by Marilyn the other day and decided to make us a delicious salad for lunch today.  I served it with a delicious honey, mustard and soy dressing.

Quinoa salad and dressing

Quinoa salad and dressing

I love this intricate detail from the Temple. Namaste, my dear Readers.

Detail from the temple in Derry

Detail from the temple in Derry

 

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