Greetings ofHappy for this beautiful time of year. I have been busy being myself and enjoying playing at being other creatures also (I love a bit of dressing up I do). More than a couple of celebrations attended, where I enjoyed dancing to an audience on stage, being silly at parties and last night offering vegan sweets to the local door knockers (where I seem to have scared one adult attendee at my door “Mwahahahaaaar!”). I loved that the family had a book of jokes and had the children ready to read one or two for those welcoming them at the doors (almost like carol singers for autumn).
As for thinking of those that have left this mortal coil, I often do that in my day to day life. Little reminders of their ways, their loving interactions and how they would be if still with us in the flesh. Maybe call it Halloween or Samhain or All Saints Day…, but whatever you celebrate I wish you Happy.
Oops someone made a boob: Sorry to say that I had to make a scene at the local Body Shop Carmarthen yesterday (I know, who would of thought I would have to do that there?). You see the staff had took it on themselves to leave out open bowls of gelatine sweets in several places at child level. At first I gasped and said quietly to the assistant next to me that I wasn’t happy about seeing meat products in the Body Shop. Her reaction was something like “Sorry to have offended you”. I was with someone and was helping them decide on some products so at first that was a priority. Once a moment came, I then explained to the assistants why it wasn’t the place for such things, as the Body Shop was based on being a true ethical against animal cruelty shop. I then asked nicely if they would put them away. One of the assistants saidthey would put them behind the counter and buy some vegan sweets to offer children as a choice. I’m not one to believe on face value someone’s word, so after we left the shop and had done something in another shop, we went back to check and guess what: The gelatine sweets were still in place all over the shop! So of course I stand right in the middle near the counter of the Body Shop saying in a really, really loud voice: “IF YOU DON’T REMOVE THESE GELATINE SWEETS NOW, I WILL PLACE A PIGS TROTTER ON THE COUNTER, AS THOSE SWEETS ARE MADE OF THE SAME THING AND THAT IS NOT REPRESENTATIVE OF THE BODY SHOP ETHICS!” and you know something, I’m not sure how… ? anyways, I’m not shopping in the Body Shop again (that’s the least I can do).
If you know about Geocaching, you will understand the title and basically I hid a new cache and it is up and running this morning. If you don’t know what I am on about, please find out about Geocaching. It’s a great way to find out about places you find yourself living in, travelling through, with fun for kids (of all ages) and doesn’t cost a thing.
I personally don’t use a GPS (Global Positioning System) but Google Earth to locate each cache using the coordinates, then go to the place to find it and sign the log with my grandchildren.
We have two grandchildren staying with us for the rest of the month and anything and everything possible to go to for free or cheap (art/museum/craft/swimming…) we’ll be going to it. There really is an amazing amount of things put on for free.
Thank you to anyone who has put things on for free for children
I have just woke from a memory dream/nightmare. The memory is very real and again it had bothered me, so I will type my recall straight away:
We (myself, my four small children and my recently born baby) are on the ferry going home. The stewardess had asked me on boarding “Are you sure you want to sail today, it is a very bad storm”. My reply had been “Firstly I am not a tourist, we live on that island and we are going home, and secondly I cannot afford accommodation over night on the mainland or to have to buy another ticket”. The storm was horrendous and on the Beaufort scale it would be classified as a 10. The ship that had seemed so large when she had asked me, now felt small and so insignificant against the anger of the ocean. I didn’t know if it was in trouble, but the new attachments to the ship had seem to make the sailing worse than ever. I mean, the waves were so huge against the port hole, the spray so high up and then the whole ship would drop with a bang into valleys, yet to greet another in a different direction and then another and then another… I felt I had made a mistake to board. I had tried to keep the children sitting (less likely to puke than laying down) and the baby was snuggly wrapped up in his mosses basket. One of my sons sat with his back against the door asked “Are we going to die mummy?”and was my reply “I don’t think so, maybe we could pray?” ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
The children are all grown up now, but as I slept I was back in those moments and so very glad to wake. Today is another day. For some it might seem just like one lived before, but believe me it isn’t, it is this day precious 6th January 2017 and who knows what the fuck will happen? So beloveds reading this, if you can do anything within this day, make it a kind day to remember.
P.S. Maybe us being on board helped the captain concentrate to get us all home?
I’ve no formal training as a professional artist, only a couple of degree modules looking into fine art and public sculpture (ahem, yet I recall getting merit and distinction). I got good marks for both subjects overall and enjoyed the creativity involved.
The module of fine art looked into the various artists and we studied their work. Whereas the public sculpture module went into all sorts of aspects including balance and safety of large pieces. We even got to make a maquette (small mock up) of a sculpture we would make if we had the chance. If I had been able to make the sculpture, it would have looked a bit like this:
My maquette was made in a fast drying clay, then painted with nail varnish and placed into a scene made of cardboard. It represented a huge sculpture that if I could, would have been created for just outside a safe house for street kids, Mexico. You see I had been reading about how the street kids had been killed right outside the gate of a building in question, by police!
I decided that the sculpture could be made physically strong enough to withstand a car attempting to run down a child or stop bullets. At least long enough perhaps, for the volunteers to open the gates and get the child into safety.
My thinking about the artistic side, was that not only did it represent the child (painted golden metallic in the middle) but the protective nature of the house and those who volunteered in it.
“Stop running around. Stay here.” An irritated look. Something like frustration, exasperation, helplessness. “Don’t touch that! No, we’re not getting candy.” The mom in front of me in line gets more and more agitated. I see a frown on her face, her lips tighten. I hear her voice rise and speed up. She clenches to […]
Kids teach us to be happy for no reason, to be curious, to be lovely and occasionally they teach us how to be really, really stubborn, bless ’em! Bless the kind thought that a person is strong, however small, enough to stomp and that we can love them and we can acknowledge that they love us too.
How I wish that the possibility of peace is shown to all those that stomp their feet so very hard, yet still know the freedom of being able to stomp feet, without hurting anyone.