While visiting Scotney castle, I watched a group of volunteers working and laughing and conversing away. It was a lovely little scene and I couldn’t help but think that there’s something beautiful about work and conversation when the two come together in a harmonious goal.
Built into one another: shaped by light and dark.
When we carry our small suffering in solidarity with the one universal longing of all humanity, it helps keep us from self-pity or self-preoccupation. We know that we are all in this together, and it is just as hard for everybody else.
The sea has this almost coy and playful relationship with the shoreline. The touching and the running away always reminds me of some eternal children’s game of “last touch.”
I took my little dog for his walk this morning. The weather turned ominous and I just had to photograph this scene. It somehow symbolised for me nature alongside technology, and whether the two are able to live in harmony with one another.
There’s a story behind this wonderful Magnolia in our garden. It was planted by the previous owner in memory of her Mother who passed away. Every Spring when this plant is in full bloom, our neighbour, who knew the daughter well, has it photographed and sends the image to the daughter, who now lives in Germany. What a joy it is for us to share in this act of memory and to look after this magnificent Magnolia.
I find so much pleasure in my little dog jumping up on the couch, cuddling in next to me and then falling asleep. It’s the small things in life that have the most significance. This little life gives me so much joy.
If there’s one thing this Pandemic has taught us over the past year, it is this: rugged and exaggerated forms of individualism are dangerous. I’ve never been more aware of the strengths of community as I am now. George Bernard Shaw said, “I am of the opinion that my life belongs to the whole community and as long as I live, it is my privilege to do for it whatever I can.”
If we want the future to be ethically moral and compassionately successful, we have to shift ourselves from the mindset of “I” to the mindset of “we.”
Have you noticed how words don’t always reflect what is in the mind? Focussing only on the words and forgetting the voice with all its modulation, tone and cadence, can be problematic. Often what is really being communicated is found in the hidden crevices of the voice. A special kind of listening is needed to hear it.
The world between close friends takes on a life of its own. It’s a world where speech is often not needed and where nothing really has to be proved. Assumption and intuition flourish without sanction, and trust is never mentioned. A “knowing” permeates this special world.