Swirls and sparkles …

I’ve just finished this piece of art created using wires and beads and threads and custom made ‘sequins’ using black felt for the ground.  It measures approx. 20cm x 15cm and has taken some 25 hours or so to make.

The inspiration for the swirls and loops comes from La Tene or early Celtic art and ammonites and shells.  The sparkly-ness is all my own – my inner magpie will not be denied!

I find working with this is a lot like drawing for me, but using the wires, threads, beads and ‘sequins’ as the mark-making tools.  There’s something calming about doing the work, and something magical about turning the black of the felt into something much brighter and lighter.

The choice of colours – coppers, golds, blues, greens, with the odd dark metallic purple and brown – was specifically for the friend who asked me to create a textile artwork for them.  They love all shades of blue, but especially turquoise, and copper and the gold and greens and other colours just seemed to go with these.

Blimey!

I can actually see and use the top of the table in my back room!  While listening to the news on BBC News Online I cleared the top off, sorted stuff out, and can now do art there!  This is a bigger table than the one in my front room, so it’s easier to work on in some ways, however the lighting in here is less than idea.  I feel the need for a long extension lead and a desk lamp coming on …

News is now off, I’ve decided that it’s too gloomy to watch any more and I’ve had my ‘rant’ in my earlier entry.  It’s now time to do things that create beauty in this world, not focus on things that destroy.

Riots…

I’m watching the BBC News online … I can’t believe what I’m seeing/hearing.

What makes people think it is perfectly all right to behave in such a manner?  What makes them think it is acceptable to steal, destroy, maim and, eventually, cause death?  When is this ever acceptable?

Every person who is taking part in this knows it is wrong, knows they are breaking the law, ignoring the rules and limits that make living together possible.

I don’t know what kinds of reasons will be given for these riots, not just in London but in Birmingham and Liverpool and Nottingham and Bristol…and anywhere else it occurs.  One political party will blame another, others will blame the lack of opportunity for meaningful employment, others will blame the press of people in a small space, yet others will blame immigration.

Will anyone say that the blame lies firmly at the feet of those who have made the choice to behave in this way.  Yes, it is a CHOICE.  We all have the ability to choose what we do and how we do it in our life, even if we try to see it is not so.

Each and every person involved in these riots know that their actions are WRONG, yet they CHOOSE to ignore that knowledge.  They choose to ignore that the people who they are hurting the most are people just like them who make the choice to behave in a manner that is ethically sound.

What would one of these mob rioters think if someone they loved or cared about had their home, car, workplace stolen/damaged/destroyed?  What they think if a loved one was hurt or killed as a result of the actions of a mob which they are part of?

Where is the care and concern for other people?  Where is the concern for any one other than me, ME, ME?

10:24am

I can’t believe what I’ve seen on the BBC News.  A young chap injured in the riots, bleeding from his face somewhere.  He’s helped to his feet by one of the rioters who makes moves to help him along his way, then others come along and open the injured chap’s rucksack and take things out and then just walk away.

Whenever is this kind of behaviour right?

Where is the compassionate attitude that characterises a caring society?

12:35pm

Well, … Theresa May: “We can cut police budget without risking violent unrest.” – Guardian, 15 Sept 2010

Camila Batmanghelidjh: Caring costs – but so do riots – Independent 9 Aug 2011.  Interesting article …

1:38pm

“We did it to show the police we can do what we want.”  “We did it to show the rich people we can do what we want.”  “It’s the governments fault, the Conservatives, yeah, I don’t know.”  “Yeah, we hope it happens again tonight.  It’s fun.”

Words from two teenage girls who spent the night throwing bottles, breaking windows, stealing and drinking wine …

Their definition of rich – people who own their own business.

This is the actual video clip –> teenage rioters explain why they did it.  I may not have quoted precisely correctly, but you get the gist.   And I wonder why I want out of teaching?

13:41pm

“Looters beware. We know how to use social media too…catchalooter.com ” retweeted by Deadlyknitshade

Lammas

Today is Lammas, a name that derives from the Old-English hlafmaesse, which means ‘loaf-mass’.  August 1st is also known as Lughnasadh or Lughnasa, particularly among the modern Pagan community, and you can find loads about it on the world weird web.

Anglo-Saxon church records from the ninth century onwards show that that Lammas was the festival of ‘first fruits’ with wheat, corn and bread to celebrate the corn harvest.

The first ripe cereals were reaped and baked into bread which was consecrated at a church upon that day.  A book of Anglo-Saxon charms advised that this holy bread be divided into four pieces, each of which was crumbled in a corner of a barn in order to make it a safe storage-place for the harvest about to arrive there.

Certainly, the arrival of the time when the first harvest could be gathered would have been a natural point for celebration in an agrarian society, and the importance of the first day of August was already so well established by 673 that Archbishop Theodore of Tarsus decreed that the annual synod of the newly established Church in England should be held then.  It seems very likely that a pre-Christian festival had existed among the Anglo-Saxons on that date.

Although not one of the official quarter days, Lammas was a regular day for paying rents, settling debts, and changing jobs and houses.

It’s position in the year also contributed to its key role in the organization of rights to common lands.  Where common or church land was rented out by the half-year, or where common strips of land were apportioned annually, Llamas was often the time that the business was carried out.

Lammas was also a popular day for fairs, for example at Exeter and York, and local feasts and revels, such as at Combe Martin in Devon.  Temporary rules and regulations were in force during the time of a fair, it was important that everyone knew when the fair opened and closed, and impressive civic processions and readings of proclamations were often reported, along with the use of highly visible symbols that were displayed while the fair lasted.

Another name for Lammas is ‘the Gule of August’, and this phrase was in use from at least 1300; it also was in use in Old French and Medieval Latin.  One suggestion is that ‘Gule’ derives from the Welsh ‘gwyl’, or ‘feast’, but it’s not clear why or how Norman English or Old French picked up such a word.  It is more likely that the word is derived from Latin.  For more about this read ‘The Stations of the Sun‘.

References:

  1. The English Year, Steve Roud
  2. Stations of the Sun, Ronald Hutton

Lammas thoughts

The new wheat of the year and the first loaf baked with it.  Wheat and other cereal crops are one of the western world’s staple foods.  Agriculture, one of the major innovations of the Neolithic peoples, allows us to grow vast quantities to ensure we are all fed, we all have bread to feed our bodies.  How many of us take this for granted?  How many of us pause to consider those in other parts of the world who do not have enough bread to sustain their bodies, bread being an analogy for essential food?

Today is a day, traditionally, to give thanks for the harvest that will feed us, but it would be nice for us to think of those who struggle to find enough food to feed them, whether it be through environmental disasters, societal turmoil, war, or man’s inhumanity to man.  We could also send thoughts to the animals and plants who are suffering as much as mankind, often far more, through natural and man-made disasters and atrocities.

It is a time for community.  In the past, communities would come together to gather the harvests in as quickly as possible so little was spoiled and all was safely stowed away to last through the coming year.  It was a time of hard but necessary work.

This takes us back to the thoughts about those in the world and how the paradigm needs to change to a world community where we help one another to ensure all have enough for a decent life.  Take time today to consider those who do not have enough food or any other necessities of life, and consider making a commitment to donate regularly to charity to help these people, if you don’t already do so.  Of course,  the world community includes not just humans, but all other living things, and the very Earth itself, for without these life would not be possible, would it?

These are the general and worldwide issues that come to mind in connection with Lammas; but what of the more personal, more symbolic messages that come with the first harvest of the year?  What spiritual bread is there?

We all sow symbolic seeds – new beginnings, new projects, new ways of looking at ourselves, new ways to interact with people, and so on.  These seeds will germinate in fertile ground, where we nurture them, and eventually they will bear the fruit of our efforts.  Today is a day when we can look back at the seeds we planted in the spring and see what ‘fruits’ are ripe and ready to be plucked, and which need to be left to grow more before they will mature.

Another meaning is transformation.  Wheat must die for it to give us sustenance and also so that new life can spring again from it when it’s seed is planted in the Earth.  The life of the wheat is sacrificed to make way for new plants in the Spring.

So it is with our lives; we need to ‘sacrifice’ situations, projects, tasks, and so on that have reached their conclusion, let go of those that will not grow or have not germinated, and we need to do this in order to move onward, to allow new things to enter our lives.

Change is never easy, but it is necessary if we are to grow and realise our potential in all things.  Lammas marks the start of the time when we can savour the fruits of our efforts.  A time when we can experience the sweet taste of success, or the bitter taste of failure.  Either way, Lammas is the time to start to let them go from our lives as it is the first harvest, the start of clearing the land of the crops that have either matured successfully or failed for various reasons.  Lammas is the time to look within ourselves and in our lives to see where this is also the case.

This letting go of what has ended, no matter if it is a success or a failure allows a symbolic death of that which has come to its end.  This is echoed in the increasing period of night that we notice at this time of year.  The nights are drawing in, and while the days are still hot and balmy, there is a feeling of change in the world as we move to the Autumn Equinox.  Yes, nature still flourishes and grows and fruits continue to grow and to ripen, but with the first harvests we begin to see nature coming towards the end of its yearly cycle of growth, the fields being laid bare ready for sowing with new seeds.

For now we can celebrate our successes, learn from our failures, and mourn letting go of what is complete, knowing that as one thing ends something new is on it’s way, just as a bare field means new growth will come in the Spring.

Whatever you consider today, whatever you think about Lammas, enjoy the day!

A clowder of cats and a kindle of kittens

Some Memories from Primary School

Yesterday, while looking for a particular book, I stumbled upon a copy of “A First Aid in English, Revised Edition”.  I’d forgotten that I’d bought this book several years ago simply because I stumbled upon it on Amazon and it brought back warm memories of primary school.  I remember with fondness enjoying working through it, working neatly in my English book, while left to my own devices while everyone else in my class was practising for the competitions for the Urdd Eisteddfod.  I wasn’t with them as I wasn’t deemed good enough for any of the competitions; my accent was too English, I was too clumsy and uncoordinated to dance or act, and was told I couldn’t sing either.  So, I was left with maths and English work to do in the classroom by myself.

Fond memories of being left by myself?  Yes, that is the case.  I have always enjoyed learning, working, and producing beautifully written notes/work.  I guess this was something I could excel at when everyone else thought I couldn’t excel at anything else.  Also, I had and continue to have a love of words and phrases, and the First Aid in English fed that love.

Other fond memories crop up, such as being able to choose a photograph from a huge, numbered collection to use to inspire story writing.  This could be done once the set work was completed and while others will still working on that.  I’ve occasionally remembered about this activity and thought I could use it now as a source of inspiration for creative writing.

Anyway, once I found the book, I had to sit with pen and paper and work through some of the exercises, and found great pleasure and comfort in doing so.  I realised how much I’d forgotten, and how much the book seemed to have been cut down compared to the one I used when I was in school, but that may just be the warping effect of time on the memory.

I know, it’s sad, but it’s also true!

Similes

And this is where the title of this post comes in!  Clowder is apparently derived from clutter, which would describe a pile of cats all together, very much like a furry cloud!

Kindle is more obscure, coming from Old Norse ‘kynda’ which meant ‘to kindle’.  Maybe it’s just a cute sounding word to describe a pile of cute cuddly kittens making apt use of alliteration.

End of school year Sept 2010 to July 2011

Hurrah!  Home!  Six weeks or so to please myself what I do, no timetable to stick to, no feeling like I’m stuck on a treadmill.  Time to rest, relax, create, use my mind.

Does it sound like I don’t like teaching?  Actually, teaching I do, generally, enjoy.  The beaurocracy, the curriculum that doesn’t do much to enthuse staff or pupils, the endless rounds of reporting, assessing just to prove what you already know about the pupils’ progress, the red tape, the statistics, the piles of paper that are generated to feed the great paper monster, the assumption that education is like a factory production line with equal ‘quality’ of raw materials going in so the quality coming out should be the same (we’re talking about human beings here, not inanimate computers).  I could go on… the actual work of teaching, of helping pupils to progress either in the subject or personally, of seeing them grow and work towards their potential, the fun, the laughter, the enjoyment of the lesson, that is what I like…

I feel thin and stretched, much as Bilbo did when he gave up the One Ring.  Perhaps the government dictates are the educational version of that insidious One Ring, the power in the world of Sauron who produced his armies on a production line …

Lazy days…

So tired

This has been another weekend of sheer laziness.  All I’ve done, mostly, is sleep or read or just potter and potch around the place.  All I can say is I must need this quiet time for whatever reason.  I’m most probably emotionally exhausted after a long term and a long year at school, as well as from such a busy fortnight with things happening in the evening.  No, not partying, but various classes and workshops and talks.  It all tires one out.  Perhaps this quiet time will mean that I recover sooner in the summer hols so that I can enjoy more of them.

Part of me is being hard on me for not using the time more productively, for not being busy, busy, busy.  Part of me is patting myself on the back for listening to myself and taking time out.  I wouldn’t sleep if I wasn’t tired or didn’t need it.  I’d have the inspiration to create if I was fully charged.  And if I catch up somewhat with myself I’ll have time in the summer hols to find the inspiration and lose myself in things that bring me pleasure.

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows – Part 2

I went to see this on Friday afternoon.  It was good, but somehow anticlimactic.  I can’t put my finger on it, perhaps it’s simply because the book had so much more in it, or my imagination is so much more vivid.  Or maybe it’s because it’s come to an end, for now.  I have a feeling we’ll be hearing more of the wizarding world in the future; I don’t think J K Rowling can keep away from it for much longer!

Fallen Books

I’ve been reading these books by Lauren Kate.  It took a while to get into Fallen, but since I have done so I’ve been engrossed by them (hence the weekend of reading!).  I read Fallen in three or four days, Torment took just two days, and I’m stuck into Passion now.  All I can say is I’d never thought I’d be reading and enjoying books that had angels in them!  Wizards, witches, sorcerors, orcs, elves, fairies, nac-mac-feegles, and others yes, but angels?  I’d recommend the books as a lovely escape with exciting and heart-wrenching moments, as well as moments of that perfect, romantic, sensual love that can only exist in dreams (I think – though if anyone can offer me hard proof that such a love exists, then please tell me; I’ve never experienced it!).

Arty stuff.

My artistic endeavours this week have centred around my latest sketchbook which has pages being filled with work inspired by a photograph of a leaf skeleton.  I’m working with different media, developing shapes and patterns and colours and so on with the aim of producing some textile work.  All I know is that I’m enjoying the time I get to spend on it, which isn’t enough really.  It’s not long, though, until the long holidays…not long to go.  I just need to remember to borrow back my books of inspiration, particularly “Drawn to Stitch” by Gwen Hedley.

I’ve been asked to create a piece of textile art similar to this one for someone at school.  That’s a summer holiday project I’m sure!  Other projects will come from my sketchbook work, I think.  I’d also like to spend time trying to work out how to do landscapes…my way.

Weight loss…

I’m considering joining Slimming World to kickstart myself into eating healthily, taking care of my body via the food I eat, and losing weight.  Over the past couple of years my weight has steadily increased and I’m now where I was the summer after I finished with the long ago ex, which was some 13 years ago now.  I’ll have to be incredibly brave and firm with myself to actually go to a meeting, and then incredibly strong and firm with myself afterwards … and forgiving should I lapse momentarily too.  Believing I deserve to look after myself, treat myself well, be kind to myself is still a huge stumbling block for me.

I’m hoping that the work that has been done with me over the past three years or so will have done the equivalent of ctrl-alt-del and restarted the programs that are ‘me’ as they should run, well most of them; kind of like having the viruses removed, or at least the ones that have been identified.

A new look.

I thought it was time for a little change in my little corner of the blog-o-sphere!  And that was simply because I happened upon today’s new WordPress theme – Chateau by Ignacio Ricci.  I especially liked the title and heading font for this theme, as well as the customisable header and background.  It’s not often a theme ‘grabs’ me, but this one did.

Of course, I’ve chosen the colours to go with the familar title bar image – greens.  But I think it may be time for a change with that too.  I’ll eventually decide what to replace that with, and I think I may know what that may be…watch this blog-space!

Nearly there …

It’s not very long until the school holidays now.  Just nine school days left.  And statements like that make me wonder if I like my job any more.  Add to that statement a brilliant training day on Friday about managing behaviour from Rob Long which had me wondering if I have the skills to do well in teaching any more, has made me wonder if I really like children and wonder why I find it so hard to deal with some kinds of behaviour.

I don’t know if I have any definitive answer at all.  Mostly I enjoy working with pupils.  There are some I get along with extremely well indeed.  There are many who I get along with well.  There are some who don’t want much contact with me as a teacher, but work well, ask for and accept help, and do well.

Then there are some whose behaviour/attitudes just make it so difficult to reach them in anyway, no matter what you try to do, no matter what kind of lesson you do and prepare.   I know they have problems and issues of their own, that their backgrounds may be unhappy ones. their role models for dealing with authority and problems may not be good ones, and so on.  No matter what I try, nothing seems to work, and nothing seems to work anywhere, so far…

Rob’s workshop gave ideas, suggestions for things to do, try, to read about, to understand.  I’m also sure that on a one-to-one basis progress could be made.

My own problem is that I focus on the small number I am unsuccessful with, which are often the small number others are unsuccessful with too, and which make life difficult for everyone.   I’m also aware that I have my own problems that I’ve been having help with for the past three years or so, and hair-triggers for some behaviours myself, many of which I’m only just becoming aware of and learning to deal with…

I think that, on the whole, I do like children/young people.  I do get along far better with those with special educational needs than those who have the very challenging behaviour.  I do enjoy chatting with pupils, listening to their stories, their ideas.  I do enjoy helping them progress and do well.  My Achilles heel is definitely challenging behaviour, though in some cases I can work very well with pupils who show this, other times not.

As I’ve already mentioned, I focus on the negative, the effects of my childhood are that I feel I always have to be perfect, the best, an overachiever to try to gain recognition.  The sense of failure with these pupils, despite all that I try, feeds the negative image of myself, and that is something I need to learn to change.

Regardless, I am looking forward to the break.  I am emotionally tired.