Showing posts with label Books. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Books. Show all posts

Friday, 30 July 2021

Afternoon Quiet






 ‘In spite of all the making and mending and all the work that had to be done, with no labour saving devices whatsoever, not even and electric kettle, life was not pressurised in Ashcott, or at any rate in our own home. 

Looking back, I see how almost all the teaching our parents have us was by example rather than in words. It stood us in good stead in later years. One thing Mother always did, and which most of the other housewives didn’t do, as far as we knew, was that once the washing up was done after the midday meal, she would have her own daily wash ( we always washed in the kitchen), take off her morning, working frock, put on a pretty one, and then settle down with her book for the afternoon. Whenever there was any sunshine she’d sit in the sheltered, sun-trap courtyard at the back of the house. She loved the sun. In winter she would sit by the fire. She didn’t get on with her sewing or bending - this she did in the evenings; there were always lots of socks to be darned and other garments to mend. The afternoon was for relaxing and she sat reading, maybe keeping an eye on the youngest child at the same time, but otherwise just sitting there quietly. 

I think this had a quite specific effect on us all. Father would usually be sitting down at that time too, but he never sat in the sun. He’d sit indoors even in beautiful weather. His outdoor time was when he was gardening, or walking. 

All this gave a tranquility to the home, and a great sense of peace and contentment. As we grew older and spent less time in active play, we too would settle down with our books ( I often had my knitting at the same time) and read, or think the long, long thoughts of youth.

- Countryside and Cloister - Reminiscences of a Carmelite Nun - Marie T Litchfield









Wednesday, 14 October 2015

{Yarn Along}

 I am still working on Matilda's Pickles Vest. I'm a little less inspired third time around, not because I don't like the pattern, I love it, it's just that novelty motivates me when it comes to knitting and I'm ready to get my hands on some interesting textures and colourways after metres and metres of what is a very pretty but rather monotonous beige/lavender aran.

I have been enjoying "Listening Below the Noise" by Anne D. Le Clare. It was gifted to me by a very kind and thoughtful friend and I have already copied down many a quote from it's pages.



"Just as a blade can pare fruit, sculpt wood or inflict injury, or a key can set free or imprison, in hundreds of tongues around the world, words are being employed both to hurt and to heal. To cause both peace and chaos. To connect and to isolate. To praise and to condemn. Create harmony and discord. Honor and abase. To mask truth and to tell it. To align and to alienate neighbors and nations.
Again I consider, how do I use my allotment? How mindful am I of my intent? How responsible am I to my speech? How long will the effects of my carelessly spoken words linger? In silence, I sit and contemplate."

 

"There is a book called The Hidden Messages of Water by the Japanese scientist Dr. Masuru Emoto. When Dr. Emoto began experimenting with photographing crystals, he found that when the water he used for the experiments was exposed to words like "love" and "gratitude" and "wisdom," it formed stunningly beautiful crystals. But when it was subjected to words like "hate" and "You're ugly," the crystals became dark, malformed and fragmented.
Earlier this morning, as I stared at the photographs Dr. Emoto took - visual evidence of the power of language - I wondered this: If the vibrations of words can affect water so dramatically, what do they do to us? We who are comprised of more than 70% water."



" Our emotions and feelings have an effect on the world moment by moment," Dr. Emoto writes. "If you send out words and images of creativity, then you will be contributing to the creation of a beautiful world. However, emitting messages of destruction, you contribute to the destruction of the universe."

Anne D. LeClare  "Listening Below the Noise - The Transformative Power of Silence"

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Thursday, 8 October 2015

Soulfood Friday

We all came down with stomach flu this past week. One, by one, despite  a friend's so called full proof  immunity building carrot juice smoothies, and my own thick as tar, homemade elderberry syrup, we succumbed.
Today, is the first day we have all been well. I spent the morning, carefully stripping beds, airing rooms, taking down glasses and mugs and clearing away the debris of books, papers and pieces of lego that have banked up in drifts around the bedrooms over past days.
When I went to the kitchen it seemed like a ghost town, chilly and uninhabited.
Rolling up my sleeves I turned the heater on for the first time this year.
I ran a hot bath, filling it with fragrant salts and a peel of aloe soap. Then I sunk down into it's soothing depth, steeping like a brew, and let the week evaporate from my skin with the steam.

Today is meant to be national poetry day. If you've noticed my sidebar, it is quite clear, I dearly love poetry. I wanted to share a poem as any excuse is a good one, and something I had read earlier this week from the travel writer Piers Moore Ede in  his book "All Kinds of Magic" {A Quest for Meaning in a Materiel World} seemed especially pertinent.




Soul drunk, body ruined, these two
Sit helpless in a wrecked wagon
Neither knows how to fix it

And my heart, I'd say it was more
Like a donkey sunk in the mudhole
Struggling and miring deeper

But listen to me: for one moment
Quit being sad. Hear blessings
Dropping their blossoms
Around you. God


In the chapter "Amongst the Sufis"  the writer describes his quest to find the elusive Sufi sects of Rumi's hometown of Konya, Turkey.
The Sufi orders have all been driven underground, their practises criminalised since the redevelopment of Ataturk's hard-line, right wing, government.

By stealth, luck and maybe even the hand of God he finally sets up a meeting with an old, reclusive Sufi teacher (pir) in a backstreet courtyard, (haveli). Over the next couple of paragraphs, he movingly describes how simply being in the presence of this man clarified his mind and gave him a profound sense of peace.

The Sufi's believe this sense of presence and clarity can be transmitted through words, music, dance, art and of course the bodies of those who hold it within themselves such as this gentle, aged, teacher.
An orthodox saying comes close to conveying the same message of transmission: 

"The one who has found the peace of God within himself can heal a thousand around him without knowing."
 
There is much in this world that creates static, white noise within us. Life can be a little like turning the dial through 10 radio stations. To tune our selves into a peaceful, focused frequency takes a discipline, habit and stillness that can be hard to obtain.

Places ( or people) of sanctuary, where there is no ego, pride, trade or judgement are rare and holy but we may recognize them by their quietude.
And although they may be elusive they are as necessary to a human soul as the pause between lines is necessary to a poem.







Every Friday I'll be pausing to notice something from the week that has nourished my soul. 

A special, sacred-everyday moment captured on camera, or perhaps a snippet from a book, a recipe still warm from the kitchen or something whimsical that simply made me smile.
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Here are a few simple things that have fed my soul this week. 

What has inspired/fed/nourished your soul this week friends? 
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 Feel free to link up to your own soulful spaces either at the bottom of this post or in the comments.

 
   



   

Thursday, 1 October 2015

Soulfood Friday

Every Friday I'll be pausing to notice something from the week that has nourished my soul. 

A special, sacred-everyday moment captured on camera, or perhaps a snippet from a book, a recipe still warm from the kitchen or something whimsical that simply made me smile.
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Here are a few simple things that have fed my soul this week. 

What has inspired/fed/nourished your soul this week friends? 
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 Feel free to link up to your own soulful spaces either at the bottom of this post or in the comments.




"The wild god reaches into a bag
Made of moles and nightingale -skin
He pulls out a two-reeded pipe,
Raises an eyebrow
And all the birds begin to sing."

Extract from the poem  Sometimes a Wild God by Tom Hirons



Sometimes we forget about the wild God and the birds stop their singing in our lives.
We lose our hearing of their call, chatter and chant.
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"But here I have lost
the dialect of your hills,
my tongue has gone blind
far from their limestone roots..."

Extract from the poem "Oh, The Wild Trees of My Home" by Laurie Lee



Far from the Madding Crowd, like Bathsheba Everdene, our true love is close to home; friend of  simple rhythms, and homespun ways, like Gabriel Oak of the story, he is always found guarding the flock and the harvest, though the revelers forget and the storm of the world beyond rolls on unbound.

The cyclical nature of the seasons help us remember these truths, grounding us with their rhythms, traditions and festivities.


 

A copy of Tom and Rima's beautifully illustrated book  can be found here at Hedgespoken Press.

 
   


   

Wednesday, 23 September 2015

{Yarn Along}



I so enjoyed knitting up a Pickles Plain vest for Seraphina I made one for Nola too and have already cast on another for Matilda by enlarging the pattern. It is a lovely quick, satisfying knit with a lovely garter stitched yoke. Perfect for those breezier Autumn days.
The pattern was simple. I was only flummoxed once when trying to work out what kind of technique I should use for making the sleeve stitches. In the end I was able to figure it out pretty quickly.

I'm currently reading Kaleidoscope City - a Year in Varanasi by Piers Moor Ede.
I have only just started it but his descriptions of  the city have already immersed me in the sights, sounds and smells of this extraordinary place.





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Tuesday, 11 August 2015

{Divine} Fingerless Gloves



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Having fallen head over heels with this yarn (Sirdar Divine) despite it's awkward, metallic threaded + thick/thin fuzziness. 
I decided to knit myself a glove and slouch hat combo with it. For the gloves, I'm using a pattern from Erica Knight's Classic Collection, except I'm knitting the fingers only halfway up as I find fingerless gloves more versatile (I can wear them in the house etc...)
The first glove turned out quite well. I love how it looks but the thicker threads of yarn do make the fingers a little bulky. I'm thinking this will mean "cosy" come the winter chills.
Any one have any slouch hat pattern recommendations? 

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I am halfway through "Far from the Madding Crowd" I love Hardy, both his prose and poetry. I'm drawn to the language, the idiosyncratic characters and the gentle yet gripping plot, and for a while I  am transported back to a kind of English country life (for all it's sins) that has now past and will never be again. 
As soon as I finish the book I plan on treating myself to the movie.
Speaking of Hardy, We watched an adaptation of the Mayor of Casterbridge in the new year and it was beautifully done. 



Wednesday, 5 August 2015

Free Shawl Pattern - Forgotton Ways for Modern Days


I received the most lovely surprise in the post yesterday.

By the luckiest chance I won the beautiful book "Forgotten Ways for Modern Days" over at Annie Cholewa.
Please pop over to visit her thoughtful space if you get a chance. You'll be glad you did.

I always use natural, gentle and homemade products around the home but have found myself uninspired by household tasks of late. I suppose it is easy to fall into survival mode with a big, busy family. What is that saying about shoveling snow while it's still snowing?
I understand that I need a level of beauty and order around me. It is the way I'm made. (Moon in Libra)
Yet I am  comfortable with homely shabbiness. I enjoy seeing piles of books, jars of colouring pencils, floury counter-tops and scattered balls of yarn. These are the marks of a happy, full and living home. 
But a drop of essential oil, the scent of lemon zest, mustard yellow drying balls for winter loads and pots of salad resting on the windowsill ... make my heart happy.
And more than that, they inspire me to enjoy the small tasks again.
Today I am ordering some roving to make those mustard yellow dryer balls with the girls.




Last week I had a need to knit something very simple and warm for myself. I wanted something therapeutic, rhythmical and garter stitched. I learned to knit by knitting garter stitch squares and there is the nostalgia I suppose.
I wasn't sure whether this shawl would turn out as I hoped but somehow, as if by magic the vision in my head appeared upon my needles.

It is a very simple pattern. Gauge doesn't really matter as the garter stitch pattern is very forgiving and allows for a lot of stretch. This shawl is pretty much medium sized but it can be adjusted by knitting more rows in the middle section to make it longer.

Using 3.75 needles and 100grams Sirdar Country Style DK in Slate
Cast on 3 stitches

First row K2, knit into the front and back of next stitch
Second row knit

Continue in this way increasing on one side of the shawl every other row until you have 72 stitches on your needle.

Now increase every 4th row instead of every 2nd row until you have 75 stitches on your needle 

Continue knitting straight in garter stitch for  about 6 inches or so. (your yarn will probably end around 3 inches in and this will mark your halfway point)

Instead of increasing on the second stitch from the bottom edge of the shawl you'll now be decreasing by knitting two stitches together.

First row of decrease: K2, k2tog, knit to end of row
Knit next 3 rows straight

Repeat until you have 72 stitches on your needle

Then continue decreasing by knitting two stitches then knitting two stitches together at the beginning of  every other row (the bottom edge of your shawl)  until three stitches remain on your needle.
Knit two together.

Cast off.

You can stretch the shawl length ways and block for a wider wrap that you can pin with a shawl pin.
I decided to sew the points together without blocking first (about an inch and a half along both seams) I wore it this way all day yesterday and it seems to work well.



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Tuesday, 21 January 2014

Yarn Along

Joining Ginny @ Small Things for Yarn Along and Frontier Dreams for Keep Calm, Craft On  today!

Knittingwise
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It's been so very long since I joined up with yarn along. So many projects cast on and off my needles since November! Here is a small selection from last month's photo archives :)

" Little Dorrit"

 Little Dorrit was Nola's Christmas present. Her tunic was knitted up with a ball of wool that I spun on my drop spindle a couple of years ago. It was so much fun watching how the colours worked their random way into the pattern.

Autumnal Vest finished for Tilly and another one to match for Fina, photos to come next week fingers crossed!

Reading wise 
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I have been so enjoying Sister Wendy's latest book on Prayer.
 It was given to me as a birthday present on my kindle and I'm finding myself going back over different parts of the book again and again. 
The book draws me into a lovely meditative state. 
I can almost see the gentle morning sunlight illuminating the stark bare stone Carmelite convent walls as I read. 
It is a book that offers the mind a wonderful still, space to dwell and wonder in. 
I can also hear Sister Wendy's voice clearly in the writing after watching her series of art both on TV years ago and now on DVD with my girls, and that only adds to the charm, as you'll know if you've ever had the pleasure of hearing her yourself :). 
Here is a brief excerpt about "Christ and the Samaritan Woman" 13 - 1311 by Duccio de Buoninsegna ...

 

 "The apostles have gone into the city to satisfy their hunger. They emerge in a compact bunch, supporting one another, protected from the clear light of His presence by the fortress of the world, their own self sufficiency.
Their hands are full, they clasp them to themselves, satisfied hands with the food of this world in their grasp. But the woman stands alone and exposed before Jesus. Her emptiness is seen not only in her hands, but in the most noticeable detail about her, which is the large empty pot on her head.
She does not hide her poor human emptiness: she exposes it, but the exposing is to Jesus. She is a living symbol of our need for Him. She stands still, an image of the stillness we choose at prayer. But Jesus does not reach out His hand to fill hers. He does not come to her. Jesus sits by the well and asks her to give to Him: her need is met with demand - again, a moving symbol of prayer. God gives Himself, not obviously, not in terms tangible or visible, but in holy contradiction. It is in giving that we receive: we, us. Our prayer may seem all nothingness, all giving, giving of time, of energy, of struggle to be present. Jesus may seem to have only asked, not given. But that is how He does give. The woman went away, wholly changed, fed and renewed to her innermost depths. Yet she was given no water, no food. Jesus told her to draw her own water, and He revealed to her the shameful inner truth she carried. Yet this apparently merciless treatment was living water, was life, was communication of God at such intensity that there were no human terms in which the woman could see or judge what had happened to her. But she believed, and the whole city of her personality her whole self, all she was and could become believed with her."

Saturday, 30 November 2013

The Natural Childscape

 Really interesting talk from the author of "Kith" the very best book I have ever read on Childhood.



And this vimeo video is a wonderful elaboration on the theme: http://vimeo.com/68430907

Tuesday, 15 October 2013

Yarn Along ~ Craft On


Joining Small Things and Frontier Dreams today...

Knittingwise 
Apparently it takes me a trip to Gatwick Airport and back to knit a Nola sized vest!
Sadly, Tani's Mum and Dad left on Sunday. It has been really sad for all of us especially the girl's who really, deeply miss their Gjyshi and Gjyshe...
Gatwick is a long way away so it was quite therapeutic to knit and purl my way there.. Goodbyes are hard.
I am amazed Nola still fits in the longies and cardi I knit her while pregnant!
Admittedly, the cardigan's sleeves are getting a little short and it is misshapen from wear, but that's a good thing right?

I am going to add more embroidery to the vest sometime this week!





 Readingwise 

We've been enjoying "An Illustrated Country Year" which Boo saved up and bought with her very own pocket money. It is such a cosy book with beautiful illustrations. 




On other crafty news, the amazingly gifted Scarlet at Ladybird Doll Studio created these absolutely beautiful dolls which (shhh, will be Matilda my own mermaid girl's big Christmas gift this year:)

Yes, somehow that is a secret that will have to be kept by 4 very excited girlies and their one very excited Mama for just over 2 months!!! Asking a lot? We'll see :) 
Hope I can wait that long myself! 


Aquamarine teeswater locks!!!