March already!

And what a month it’s turning out to be.

Working on the next textiles assignment, more on that on up-coming blog.

New involvement with a gang of local troubadours.

Developing own textiles project in the locale.

Things aren’t easy right now, there’s much on my mind.

But there is also a spark of enthusiasm, going with the flow, trusting in the universe.

I learned about people who worked on stilts this week – shepherds in the region of Landes, France, hop pickers in the South West of England, Ghillies in the Highlands of Scotland.

Yes, we humans have our dark side which we must acknowledge, but we are also inventive creatures and we can embrace the world with love, care and positive creativity,  if we so wish.

The rain comes  down, the wind blows and blows. March reminds us there is still winter before true spring arrives. Good. More time for my tattie seedlings!

https://www.amusingplanet.com/2017/08/the-stilt-walking-shepherds-of-landes.html?fbclid=IwAR3OOJ-IEzg0ZwGRhEA4MNsadz55QZTSARMO_ciDyoQV9dq9ze-2C6ipj34

Christmas Morning

I love the quietness of Christmas morning, being up before everyone else, no real need to go anywhere.

It’s been many years since I worked in crisis intervention and was on 24 hour call out over the festive period – not so enjoyable, as families feel the pressure. It shouldn’t be like this, but it is.

It saddens me to witness homelessness and on such a scale, in Britain. Every year I ‘do something’, like many, during this time. It’s all too easy to become bereft of home and this shouldn’t be so in our modern, apparently wealthy nation.

We have spent too long squabbling over staying in Europe. Our politicians and media seem to take the p*ss out of all of us, the citizens. Surely this is what binds us together.

I am aware of the rifts in our society, growing deeper – this is how it is before conflict. A slow build-up, a cat amongst the pigeons, the devil that is the rise of the far right. Many refer to the 1930’s. There are similarities.

The difference that could be now is this: We are more aware. We have won many fights against transgressions on humanity. We have learnt the hard way.

We also know what needs to be done to take care of Mother Earth and all her little babies.

On the wall to my right is Desiderata. I read it this morning and reflect on my own confusion, anger, sense of injustice.

Then I pour another coffee.

Peace be with everyone.

Blow Me Away!

Art reflects life they say. Only today I realised that the poster I have of Egon Schiele’s Four Trees (1917) is very much like the trees outside my front window. All in a different state of losing their foliage. Three are sycamore and I call these the sisters, one is a beech (their cousin).

The dominant sycamore is still green, she refuses to turn. She may be younger, I’m not sure. I also noticed for the first time that Mother is commanding the horizon, looking on at her children.

I used to play under these trees, planted on a patch of green which once belonged to a wealthy person. The large house is now under the NHS as a mental health care unit for day visitors. I can’t remember what size the trees were over forty years ago! I do notice though that children still play there, foxes meet and mate, crows and owls communicate.

But no one from the building sits outside, ever.

Beneath the trees is the Tiger’s Tomb. Maybe the grown ups are feart!

egon schiele four trees 1917