Monthly Archives: July 2016

Eyes on stalks!

Blog writing has taken a bit of a back seat in recent weeks. I am currently working on a research project for the last part of my MA in Creative Writing, which is time consuming! But I am learning so much…

I am also editing a community writing project based at Colehill Community Library where I work as a volunteer. A small grant from the local council is enabling us to publish an anthology of writing about our everyday lives, past and present. A mixture of stories, poems, article, jokes and more, the variety of writing is a wonderful celebration of the extraordinary which is hidden in the seemingly mundane routine of daily life.

Sometimes it’s easy to forget to stop, look and wonder. Remembering to pay attention to the small, but truly awesome details of life in all its forms, can change our perspective on the world.

Picking redcurrants from my garden this week I was reminded of this. The currants are like garlands of rubies, beautiful in themselves, but hidden among them I found tiny snails, feeling their way with waving tentacles. In fact these tentacles are their eyes – on stalks! They really know how to look!

Reminds me to keep my tentacles waving! Stay mindful and aware, and celebrate the everyday magic all around us.

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“Compassion for our ugly” 

In the last couple of weeks words have been used and misused, to deceive, accuse, blame, hurt, malign and divide us. I have frequently felt lost for words and have felt I wanted to withdraw from conversations and hide.

One morning recently, when we as a nation seemed to be doing our murderous ugly worst to each other with words and weapons, I read this poem. Even as we shudder at our own failure, we are not abandoned, we are loved in our ugliness. And we have been entrusted with “the Word” to offer the same to others.

It is when we face for a moment
the  worst our kind can do, and shudder to know
the taint in our own selves, that awe
cracks the mind’s shell and enters the heart:
not to a flower, not to a dolphin,
to no innocent form
but to this creature vainly sure
it and no other is god-like, God
(out of compassion for our ugly
failure to evolve) entrusts,
as guest, our brother,
the Word. 

Denise Levertov “The mystery of the incarnation” The Stream and the Sapphire