So here are some pictures of the woodcarving Bee has recently completed. I have been wanting to get something like this down for three years and I am in love with it. As I type this now I’m uploading a short video on to my YouTube channel so you can take the walk. I’ll attach it to this post once it is up.
You can go on a walk from the church, across the field and glance at the birds flying by. Then when you hop over the style or the wall and make your way to the edge of the treeline you might see foxes, badgers and even rabbits in the field. The when you wander across to the next field if you are very lucky you might just see a hare. But don’t forget to check the pond in case there is a toad nearby. Shhhh, stay quiet at the far edge of the field is a stag and his does.
Can you tell how much I love this.
Oh and I do stumble over the washing basket near the beginning of the video so please ignore that!
I am missing this little home of blogginess but I am working really hard at the moment on some poems and I have entered my first competitions ever. Even if nothing ever comes of them, they have got me writing and listening and thinking more. And I’m discovering some amazing poets. 🙂
My pencil is squirrelling away like the Sorcerers Apprentice.
I do have – and I will make sure I get this up soon – a video and some pictures of a new woodcarving that Bee did a short time ago. I have been asking for this for three years but what is time when you get a result like we now have over the fireplace.
Hi everyone, first off I’m sending my best wishes to you all.
Next I would like to give a quick explanation as to why this little blog home has been void of additions lately, however please don’t think I’m doing this for any desire for a response or a cry for an emotional crutch or anything like that. I just want to give you the facts.
We’ve had two close family deaths in very quick succession which you can imagine (as I am confident you are all emotionally intelligent people) has been a shock followed by a lot of sadness and shock and so on. It is a process in itself to grieve for one person but when that becomes more than one, it is a strange coil and wave of emotions. I’ve tried to be a support to Bee where I can be.
Death and philosophy walk hand in hand, we must allow life and philosophy to do the same.
I am hoping to get more posts up here and videos again in the near future so see you soon.
I’ve been thinking a bit lately. I love this blog, I love sharing my work and Bee’s work. I enjoy having a little ramble too. I did notice lately that I was getting a bit caught up with the perceived need to post a lot on a constant basis. I find myself down the rabbit hole of reading other blogs which then leads to reading another blog and so on and so forth which means I’m not actually doing anything at all.Now don’t get me wrong, I love reading other blogs. The fact there’s a place for your mind to splurge a bit is wonderful. I smile and laugh and am moved by many posts.
I post my part of the blog because it makes me happy and I want to share. What I needed to remind myself is that the point is not to focus on a bulk of content, getting swept up with a dozen different things, checking statistics and all that goes with it. The point is for me to be happy with what I post, that it has meaning to me. It doesn’t always have to be in the good category it can be in the learning category. But I must remember that is has to have some level of meaning.
It has to be like breathing.
So I’ve got over myself slightly today after having a wobbly week in part from having a serious talk with myself and some really constructive comments from people here. Now some things to look forward to.
Number 1. I have a plan in place to make some more videos for YouTube which I have wanted to do for some time but although I organise so many things at work, typically when I get home it all goes woolly. I bought a selfie stick for my phone so I can construct a setup over my desk and I found out a clamp from the workshop to clamp it on the shelf. I use my phone as it has the best resolution and I’m not spending a fortune on a camera that I can’t justify. That is a little embarrassing now I’ve just typed those words….is that all I really needed to do? Jeepers!
moving quickly on…
Number 2. I have some new ink! It was a Chritsmas gift and I haven’t tried it out yet but I am going to try it out today. This is mainly thanks to Jeannette at mylittleworld.ca who has recently been posting about some gorgeous new paints she has, which I personally find very exciting. The texture, transparency, flow etc. etc. yum. Anyway stop drooling over paint and get back to ink.
There’s a bloody brilliant shop in Shrewsbury called write here that is all things to pen and ink. The ink itself is iroshizuku (by Pilot) and the color is yama-guri which is supposed to reflect the wild chestnut and I suppose is a little similar to raw umber. I’ve just had a quick search and found this super page onfountainpens.com and it has a whole host of background and tests of the inks. I’ll be back there later to have a proper nose around.
If you’re expecting a super thoughtful conclusion to this post you’ll be sadly mistaken. My real life stories are rubbish as are my jokes, which I don’t tell as I have abysmal comedy timing. I’m a rambler and that’s the way I’ll stay. Anyway I have to go and test my ink.
We had so much fun this afternoon/evening at the wassailing event. We met up with some old friends and laughed and talked, drank hot chocolate and mulled apple juice. There was singing of the wassailing song, it was the Christian version which was a bit of a shame purely due to the fact that this dates before Christianity (the event taken over by the religion). The Morris Dancers were lovely and the ‘play’ was a lot of fun and finally we all meandered down to the orchard. Adults and children alike sang and beat the trees with small sticks, stuck bread on branches and poured apple juice and cider on to the roots. We rattled tambourines and beat the bodhrán. We held our lanterns high to wake the trees and scare any evil spirits at the same time. We called out for a good harvest.
It was an earthy, unpretentious event with good friends and I loved every minute of it.