Showing posts with label Churchy things. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Churchy things. Show all posts

Sunday, 18 February 2024

Sunday 18th February - Wait

Maybe I should take the word 'wait' as my word for the year? Perhaps I just need a word for a season.

I've been trying to remember to take 5 minutes every (most!) days to just sit. To just be still. When I do remember I feel refreshed and ready to carry on with the rest of the day. 

'You don't always have to be doing something. You can just be, and that's enough' is an Alice Wheeler quotation from the book 'Still Alice' by Lisa Genova. 

'I discovered I must keep still and I would be found. God was not the object of my search, I was.'  from Sr Angelica Gutierrez.

Various events this past week (which I have not blogged as they are not all my story to tell) have left Himself and me really, really tired at the end of this week. The important things have all been accomplished, and the rest will keep until tomorrow.

At the times of greatest need, I was grateful for this prayer, written by a member of the Poor Clares, which I learned only a few days ago, easily remembered, and if you can't remember it you can easily make it up;

Dear Lord,

Hear me

Heed me,

Help me,

Hold me,

Hide me,

Hearten me,

Hush me,

And be Heaven to me.


As St Julian of Norwich famously said 'All shall be well, and all shall be well and all manner of things shall be well.' 

I shall be holding on to these words!





 

Sunday, 14 January 2024

Sunday 14th January

pilgrimage

/ˈpɪlɡrɪmɪdʒ/   (don't you love these weird and wonderful symbols to aid pronunciation!?)
noun
  1. a pilgrim's journey.
    "he wanted to go on a pilgrimage to Santiago de Compostela"
    Similar:
    religious journey
    holy expedition
    crusade
    mission
    trip
    journey
    excursion
    yatra
    hajj
verb
  1. go on a pilgrimage.
    "thousands pilgrimage there every year"


You may remember I am 'walking' along the Camino de Santiago de Compostela. I say walking - I'm using a virtual app where I enter my step count at the end of the day, and then my little flag is moved along a map to show me where I am.


As I don't go out and walk any distance (I find I can't walk fast enough in cold weather to stay warm unless I am wrapped up like a Michelin Man) my daily step count tends to be 2000, give or take, unless I've been stirring a cake mixture, winding a ball of wool, chopping vegetables, or playing fast, dynamic piano pieces. That can quickly add a few hundred steps - but I allow them because it is a form of physical activity! These means I meander along the 400+ mile route at about one mile a day.

A pilgrimage isn't a race, though; it's a journey, and if I were really travelling along the road at one mile a day I would have plenty of time to observe, ponder, investigate, consider;

to 'hear, read, mark, learn and inwardly digest' 

(to quote one of the Advent collects, and, incidentally, our long suffering English teacher at school).

Here's where I am now. 



Pamplona is half a mile ahead, so I should be there sometime this evening. It's ften quite difficult to work out what season it is from the photographs. Warm and sunny; the grass to the left is bleached dry, the fields to the right are ploughed, dry and crumbly. Summer, perhaps? From reading the blog posts of people who have really walked the camino, it seems that the best plan is to get up before dawn, set off as soon as it is light, and try and reach your overnight destination before lunchtime After then it can be too hot to walk; looking at this path I can imagine it would be unbearable in the afternoon sun. 

I'm not as alone on this 'walk' as the picture would suggest. I am part of an endless stream of pilgrims, all travelling in the same direction. Because it is a virtual app, people can convert running, jogging, swimming, cycling, even dancing, exercising, buying groceries, and doing housework into distances to add to their journey! Imagine that! 


It seems that almost any everyday activity can contribute to one's progress along the path!

Well, this is Sunday and no doubt you are waiting for the 'religious' bit. Here is comes;

I want my 'real' pilgrimage to be towards Christ who said 'I am the Way, the Truth, the Life'. 

Knowing that there are so many fellow-pilgrims going along the path in their own way, not racing each other, but travelling a their own pace, is a great encouragement.

There you are, that's the religious bit. (mine's the marker with the tartan, from one of Ang's cross stitches pieces for our cross stitch collaboration)


    








 

Sunday, 29 October 2023

Sunday 29th October - Trinity 21

 I use the old prayer book my godfather game me at my Confirmation service to find the collect, epistle and gospel for each Sunday.

Today is Trinity 21 - still in 'Ordinary Time', which is any period which is not Advent, Lent, Christmastide, Eastertide or anything else. Only another couple of Sundays to go before Advent, and we all know what that means - chocolate calendars and Advent candles! Christmas card lists and present lists and Christmas Day arrangements and - oh yes, getting ready to celebrate the Birth of Christ...

Ah well, reality does sometimes overtake spirituality...

Here's the collect;


See, whoever wrote the collect all those centuries ago, saw us coming...

...pardon and peace and a quiet mind...

I can think of a lot of places and people, nearer and further away who would welcome peace and a quiet mind. Praying that you too will have some peace and quiet where ever you are.   


Thursday, 7 September 2023

Thursday 7th September - the pace is slowing down...

Morning - dental hygienist for me; it wouldn't take long if we had changed to a dentist closer to home, but since we are still going to the same practice nearly an hour's drive away - well, we have only ourselves to blame!

Afternoon - for me, a very pleasant time in a local cafe, sitting in the shade in the corner of their courtyard having tea and shortbread with a friend and a little flock of sparrows. They were twittering about in the thick hedge immediately behind me, taking turns to see if there were any crumbs (there weren't!)

for Himself, a far more strenuous time - shopping for my father and taking the food round (which also involves checking the fridge, clearing up any consequences such as storing the apple juice carton on its side - it always leaks  -and dealing with any food past use-by dates etc). He does all of this now - I used to go round too, but the trek up to my father's flat is too far for me these days.

and - whoop whoop - he persuaded my father to try on a pair of trousers and a shirt from the selection I had ordered, and they have all been accepted! I have to shorten the trousers, but I knew that was going to be necessary.

Evening - look what we found when we were looking round the garden and doing the watering;

I thought it was very obliging of them to flower so close to the path. I planted the original corms several years ago much further back, nearer the main trunk of the smoke bush.

And these were delivered at some point during the day; I shall do my best to get them into their ready-prepared containers in the hope of new potatoes at Christmas.



 Tomorrow we only have one thing in the diary; our friend, the curate at our church, is coming for coffee, and also to do a 'Home Communion' service for us; like a Communion service in church but just for us. I am so looking forward to it.  

Sunday, 20 August 2023

Sunday 20th August - Lionesses, and Learning more about the moon

 Lionesses, football, National Football Fever...

I guess a lot of church-goers were conflicted this morning; go to church or watch the footie? I could have had the best of both world; put the football on TV while joining with the church live stream on the laptop. It was an easy choice for me - I'm not that interested in any kind of football, so I joined the church (and also did cross stitch). I did wonder about the propriety of the whole church congregation decamping to the local pub to watch the match, and following it with either a 'service of celebration' or a 'litany of lament'...

I was thinking about how I go about learning new things. About this moon going round the earth going round the sun. It is just too much to take in all at once, so yesterday I focused on just a few facts.

Now I am comfortable with the idea that the moon rises in the east or thereabouts and sets in the west or thereabouts.

And with the way the times of moonrise and moonset shift by about 50 minutes later each day. 

So, surely, there must be a period when the moonrise and its subsequent journey across the horizon must be during our day time... ah, that explains about the a new moon, I think, when the moon is on the other side of the Earth all night, and too close to the sun to be seen during the day. Aha! Today's new fact!    

What will I learn tomorrow?

Getting the hang of the moon's peregrinations is a similar process for me as learning to play a new piano piece. It is a pretty big task to learn the notes, fingering, rhythm, expression and articulation all in one go, so it has to be broken down into steps, making sure notes are known, which finger goes where, and when, and how, bit by bit, revising and remembering each element until they all combine into a complete understanding.



Sunday, 13 August 2023

Sunday 13th August - Almost nothing

 has happened today in terms of events to write home about; 

  • a friend called round to collect her very, very late birthday present on her way from the 8:30 service at church; 

  • I managed to persuade myself to join the live stream of the second service at 10:30 (joining very late at nearly 11!). I'm glad I did; I heard a very good sermon. 'How can I learn if I have no-one to teach me?' asked the Ethiopian when Philip, the disciple joined him in his chariot (the story appears early in the book of Acts) and explained the Old Testament book of Isaiah to him. Ethiopia is now called Sudan. So the new Christian faith must have reached Africa early in the 1st century.

  • The usual after church zoom for us stay-at-home members was, as usual, a lovely time to meet up and chat, if only via screens

  • I have done a minute amount of cross stitch, along the lines of stitch around the sides of a box shape, and unpick one of the lines... I spent some time last night (probably only minutes, maybe even just seconds) having vivid dreams about my chart being wrong and the stitching being wrong. The chart is ok, but the rest of the dream came slightly true!

  • Now it is heading for tea-time so it looks as though once I have put something on a plate to eat, I have done all that I am going to do today.


   

    

Sunday, 16 April 2023

Sunday 16th April - Contemplation - Meditation - whatever you call it


I host a weekly zoom church home group. If you are not familiar home groups, many churches encourage members of the congregation to join a midweek group for friendship, and also Christian study/prayer etc. 

Our's is not a typical on-line group as three of the members are non-zoomers, so stay in touch by weekly emails about the meeting that they didn't join. Another member doesn't do internet, so I post a copy of the email, and she zooms from a friend's house. It works for us.

Now that Lent has finished, and Easter Day is past, as usual we come to the question of what to do next?

We have decided to take a small chunk - a verse or two - from the Bible, and just sit with it in silence for 5 minutes, before sharing our thoughts. No notes, no carefully prepared questions to answer, no right or wrong answers...  

All the above is by way of introduction to what I am suggesting to you; take five minutes during the day (morning suits me) and contemplate something.

I plan to take one line at a time from The Lord's Prayer, and just think about it, and see where my thoughts travel to, every morning, starting from today. And my thoughts today were to share this idea with you. 

Now, you might not be a Christian - you might not be religious at all.

So, instead of contemplating 'The Lord's Prayer', line by line, you could choose a prayer or story from your own faith. Or, if you don't want to think about religious topics, I could make suggestions; here's a week's worth of hopefully neutral topics for contemplation;

A tree

A house

A fire

An apron

A flower

The sun

A road

Five minutes of slow, silent, contemplation, linking images and thoughts together. Why not give it a go?

 

 

Friday, 3 March 2023

Friday 3rd March - dropping posts like stitches and World Day of Prayer

 I don't know what's happening to me this week - it seems as though anytime I'm not doing something (something timetabled and unavoidable, that is) I'm doing nothing. I do sit and knit, as being an almost zero-energy, zero-thinking activity, and much to be preferred to suduko and solitaire on the computer, but then I have to pause from time to time and play 'hunt the dropped stitch'...  

Anyhow, I have ended up at my computer so I am rattling in a blog post while I wait to see if my attempts to 'save the day' for a friend are successful. She is due to play the piano for the evening 'World Day of Prayer' in about half an hour, and one of the hymn tunes is proving elusive. 

The 'World Day of Prayer', previously 'Women'd World Day of Prayer' takes place on the first Friday in March. In our local area there has been a morning service, and afternoon service, and now an evening service. I used to play for it regularly when I was active on the committee. I made it to the 2020 service  and then I had to drop out. I'm still 'dropped out' as I am still (yawn, it's becoming Very Tedious) shielding since middle of March 2020. So this is nearly the end of the third year. Will this shielding ever come to an end? Of course it will.

The WDoP service is put together by the ladies of a different country each year - this time Taiwan. Poor Taiwan, always watching China and hoping that what is happening between Ukraine and Russia doesn't happen to them. One challenge every year, musically speaking, is hunting down the music for the various hymns. 

But we always finish with 'The day thou gavest' - very appropriate, as the services are held right around the globe. As we are finishing our evening service tonight, no doubt the people in the Americas will be preparing for theirs. 


When you read the 2nd, 3rd and 4th verses the choice of hymn makes perfect sense.

The day thou gavest, Lord, is endedThe darkness falls at Thy behestTo thee our morning hymns ascendedThy praise shall sanctify our rest
We thank thee that thy church, unsleepingWhile earth rolls onward into lightThrough all the world her watch is keepingAnd rests not now by day or night
As over each continent and islandThe dawn leads on another dayThe voice of prayer is never silentNor dies the strain of praise away
The sun that bids us rest is wakingOur brethren 'neath the western skyAnd hour by hour fresh lips are makingThy wondrous doings heard on high
So be it, Lord, thy throne shall neverLike earth's proud empires, pass awayThy kingdom stands, and grows foreverTill all thy creatures own thy sway

Sunday, 26 February 2023

Sunday 26th February - day of rest?

It doesn't feel restful though; there's the livestream of the Sunday service at 10.30  to start with. I knitted quite a lot of my second sock through this. I don't know if I will be able to sit through a church service without my knitting when I start going back.

Then, at 12 there's the zoom equivalent of meeting in the church hall for coffee the after the service. It has been a bit of a game changer for us 'chuch-at-home' people. The host has usually been to the early service, but there are several people who regularly drop in; one has long covid, another has very restricted mobility and is cared for in a nursing home, others are isolating, so what with one thing and another there are around a dozen of us who follow the service on the livestream and half a dozen regulars for the 12 chat afterwards.

Later, at 5pm, there is a fortnightly family zoom, set up by my cousin. Regulars are me and my brother, my father, his brother and cousins in Florida.

In between,  ah well,that's where the 'rest' happens...

....

Second sock

I've knitted about three of the seven inches yesterday and today until I need to add the marker for the heel. 

I weighed the first sock - 29g - and the remaining yarn - 30g - before I started the second sock. Then, I weighed the remaining yarn again after I had completed the toe and was ready to start the instep - 27.5g. 

This means that I will definitely knit the heels in a contrasting colour!

....

Reading

I finished 'The Lost Notebook' by Louise Douglas. It's a sort of gentle thriller, set in Brittany.  I chose it as much for the title and setting and price as for any other reason and it was - gently thrilling.... I might try her other books.

Now I am rereading John Buchan's 'Island of Sheep'. I can't remember it at all although I know I have read all the Richrd Hannay books several time. They are very dated, and even back in 1970 when we read 'The Three Hostages' some of the language was considered problematic. They are 'rattling good yarns' and I wonder if they will get the Roald Dahl treatment in due course?


Sunday, 22 January 2023

Sunday 22nd January - Knitting socks 'in' church

 The sock is increasing. But very slowly.

15th January


21st January (not much happened for a couple of days when other things and also tiredness intervened)


Today



There advantages to not being able to attend church in person, due to being cautious about joining large indoor gatherings. (They do livestream the services, so the ten or so members of church who can't go are still being included). 

Firstly, I can stay at home in the warm, especially as the church boiler is properly broken and sourcing a replacement is not going to be a quick job.

Secondly, we can enjoy a second breakfast and coffee...

Thirdly, I can knit while listening to the songs, sermon, prayers etc.

It is going to feel very strange not having a mug of coffee and my knitting close to hand once I am able to go to church again.

Sunday, 1 January 2023

Sunday 1st January 2023 - New, yes, seriously...


The Bible opens with the creation of the world at the beginning of Genesis, and end (after pages and pages of apocalyptic imagery of death and destruction) with the creation of a New Earth and a New Heaven. I have to admit that I rather switched off as David Suchet read through the first 20 chapters of Revelations through December - 'enough,' I thought to myself, 'I get the idea...' 

Today doesn't look particularly 'new' - the garden is damp and soggy, the sky, after suggesting it might brighten up first thing, is grey and uninviting.

But it is a New Year! I have a New Diary! 


This is the one I write in every evening - notes of what happened, maybe observations or even some 'thoughts' about the day just passed.

I always write in these 'handholds'; it's a small chunk out of the Bible divided into seven statements to 'hold on to' through the day, especially helpful if I'm having a trying time.
  

I've actually got two paper diaries - this is the paper appointments diary. With the handholds, of course!



New adventures lie ahead, to be scribbled into the next pages of the sketchbook journal;


And here is the last week - warning - there is a scribble of McCavity, the cat for Christmas Eve. We are still missing her, mainly at breakfast and bedtime, and when a shadow in the garden or in a corner of the room catches our eye. The vets sent us a beautifully handwritten condolence card - what a lovely, lovely kind thought. That has never happened before - we weren't even registered at their practice before the fateful day. 




When I weigh up the sorrows and the joys of 2022 the scales tip over mightily towards joy. 

I wish you all a 2023 with plenty of joys through the year. 

Sunday, 14 August 2022

Sunday 14th August - Bible Society Video Trek

Bear with me, non-churchy types; I think this is interesting for anyone who is fascinated by Ancient History...

I was looking for the next project or theme or whatever for my very casual church homegroup (we meet on zoom to chat, and talk about whatever we were supposed to have looked at during the week but forgot or didn't get round to). The constraints are; 

It must be freely available, as I don't want us all to have to buy some book or course,

It must not be prescriptive as in, 'read this and then answer these questions'

I need to be able to quickly and easily print off something to send to one member who is not on the internet, and joins the group at a friend's house

I need to like it and find it interesting and thought provoking

It needs to be amusing (sorry, I have a mostly, but not always lighthearted and frivolous approach to things)    

At the Bible Society website I discovered this video series;



and so we are sorted. The videos are only a few minutes long, so it is easy to watch them during the zoom, and I can easily copy and paste and post the extra information.

What is really interesting is seeing the places, so different to here in England, where the events of the Old and New Testament took place, and hearing Andrew Ollerton's quirky take on them.

And yes, I did buy his book 'The Bible', after doing a 'look inside' on Amazon.

Anyone who can write this gets my attention



  


Saturday, 9 July 2022

Saturday 9th July - The Missing Day

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Week

Last night, as I was writing up my diary, I found I was writing on the page for Friday. But somehow I was convinced it was Saturday... I went back and relabelled a couple of pages, but was still convinced that something was wrong. It does happen that some evenings I don't write up the page, so that the following evening I have two pages to do. It has crept to three pages in the past - but bitter experience has told me that this makes things difficult when I try to catch up.

Anyway, sometime around mid-morning I finally realised my mistake - it was when I was wondering why the link to the Sunday morning service, live-streamed from our church, was so very late in appearing in my emails.

I blame the heat.

Tonight I shall re-relabel the pages in the diary, and all will be well again.

One consequence has been, that as I listen to David Suchet reading through the Bible in a Year every (well, nearly every) morning I am now several days ahead of where I should be. Do I listen again? Or risking breaking a habit?  It's Acts of the Aposltes at the moment (every day is a chunk of a Psalm, and currently the next adventure in the Acts of the Apostles and a chunk of Old Testament - Hezekiah has just asked for the sun to go backwards ten degrees. 

Acts is, at the moment, sounding rather like a script for an adventure of the 'Indiana Jones' variety; Paul has just survived a shipwrecked in a storm, only to be bitten by a snake and worshipped as a god by the locals.

(I'm a bit unimpressed with Hezekiah, he was very happy to hear the prophecy that there will be peace only in his life time, as it means at least he will have a quiet life, and after he's dead he doesn't care. But then 2 Kings is full of Kings who behaved in a more or less appalling fashion. Plus ca change, plus ca meme chose.) 

Tomorrow, everything will be back to normalish maybe probably.

Tonight will l be another hot night I expect.




Wednesday, 13 April 2022

Wednesday 13th April - Tea, coffee, ginger biscuits, bread and wine

 This morning our vicar came to bring us 'Home Communion' - the first time we have taken part in a service of Holy Communion since March 2020.

He's a good friend of ours and we have known him and the family since the 1990s when we joined our church. It's strange, thinking back to when the children were young, and our hair was still brown, and none of us wore glasses. Ah memory, memory.

So we sat round the garden table as the sun slowly warmed through the clouds. We started with tea, or coffee, and ginger biscuits made yesterday, catching up on church and family news. Then we pushed the teapot and mugs to one side, and brushed the biscuit crumbs off the table and continued seamlessly in the church service, complete with Bible reading (John chapter 14) and even a 'sermon' - if you could call it that, a few comments on the words. 

In the spaces between the prayers the breeze fluttered the table cloth, the glowing colours of the tulips and daffodils and the birdsong added to the sense of peace. A special moment, worth waiting for. 

In the past I always felt that a Sunday morning church service was incomplete without Communion being a part of it. Now, having waited so long, the experience seemed fresh and new, like the very first time over fifty years ago.

I didn't take photographs. But you can see the biscuits;


My husband makes them, to the recipe his mother used. I asked if he could make small ones as well, for me to have with morning coffee. So he did.

Noah's Ark; Hen and chickens

O Jerusalem, Jerusalem, thou that killest the prophets, and stonest them which are sent unto thee, how often would I have gathered thy children together, even as a hen gathereth her chickens under her wings, and ye would not.




There are only a few windows left to open on the calendar.

We added hot cross buns and mini Easter eggs to this week's on-line order, and they arrived this morning. As did also an extra half-order due to a mix up. Our mix-up. We usually have next week's date booked and secured with a minimum order, and then go through adding and deleting as necessary, but if there are too many distraction during this process things can go wrong. So our fridge and freezer are overloaded with a week and a half's worth of food, and we sent our vicar on his way with our thanks, and some tomatoes, some lettuce and a pizza.

Friday, 1 April 2022

Friday 1st April - April Foolish weather

 No, I'm not posting any April fools - there have been plenty of of them on twitter etc.

And anyway it is now too late - half past five.

Yesterday it began to snow at about ten minutes to four. And finished snowing at about five minutes to four. I began a piano lesson over zoom with a girl at four, who lives about half a mile away, which was almost instantly derailed when she announced it hard started snowing and could she go and bounce on her trampoline in the garden in the snow? Before I could frame a response, the snow stopped. Like that. So we carried on with the lesson.

Half an hour later I was having a chat with a group of friends, again over zoom. Some live in Scotland (no snow), some in Norfolk (some snow) and two live a couple of miles away from me, and - it had just started to snow! For about five minutes and then stopped. Mad.

Today it has been alternating between snow, sun, sleet, snow, more sun, hail (!), sun.... and again bitterly cold.

I've stayed indoors, watching the weird weather and staying close to a radiator, all wrapped up in a blanket. The cats have felt the same way. I feel for them - our bathroom is chilly with the wind in this direction, but they have to go outside. 

Yesterday and today, with the weather being so cold, I opened a packet of 'Cold Warrior' tea. Whether this is to fend off a cold in the head or cold weather I don't know.

Eucalyptus leaves, aniseed, lemongrass, chilli, echinacea, peppermint

  Not as pretty as the flowery one from Wednesday, and a strong smell of Olbas Oil, which was slightly worrying. I love the smell of Olbas Oil 

 Ahhhhh

but I'd never have thought of drinking eucalyptusl...

Once brewed, the flavours mellowed. I'd drawn the curtains so I don't know if the weather improved, but I felt better for it. Perhaps because I'm not actually unwell?

Noah's Ark for Friday


It's a jackal, or maybe a fox - I think it depends on which Bible you use. This is the King James Version;

  1.  For this our heart is faint; for these things our eyes are dim.

  2.  Because of the mountain of Zion, which is desolate, the foxes walk upon it.

  3.  Thou, O LORD, remainest for ever; thy throne from generation to generation.

  4. It's not a good idea to try and make sense of random verses taken out of context... but verse 19 seems a good one to hold on to.




Sunday, 27 March 2022

Lent Reflection 4 - Noah's Ark



 Today's church sermon started with the story of 'Moses in the bulrushes' as a text. (Exodus Chapter 2.)

This must be one of several 'suitable for Mothering Sunday' texts, in this case starting with the idea that women, overlooked by the patriarchal authorities, can subvert cruel and evil laws. 

In the story, the Hebrew midwives, Shiprah and Puah, refused obey Pharoah's decree that new bord male Hebrew babies should be killed at birth, making the excuse that the Hebrew women gave birth too quickly for them to get there in time. So Pharoah decreed that male Hebrew babies at birth. Jochabed, mother of Moses, hid her son for three months, before placing him in a basket covered with pitch, and putting the basket into the bulrushes at the edge of the Nile. Miriam, sister of Moses, fixed it so that when the baby was rescued by Pharoah's daughter, he was given back Jochabed to be nursed.

The men in this story, apart from Moses, are not named, only the oppressed Hebrew women, although Pharoah's daughter showed some courage in defying the decree to adopt Moses.

So where does Noah's Ark come into this?

I learned that the Hebrew word used 'basket' is the same word used for 'ark'. 

And the Hebrew word for the covering of bitumen and pitch used for both the basket and the ark is also the same. 


But, amazingly, the Hebrew word for 'atonement' is also from the same word as the one for bitumen and pitch. (see last week's reflection, where I learned that words in Biblical Hebrew carry several meanings)

Atonement, what happens when Jesus dies on Good Friday, that word, contains the meaning 'cover with a protective covering' and also 'make right a wrong'.

And that is what I am reflecting upon this week.

 



Thursday, 24 March 2022

Thursday 24th March - A Little Light Lifting

 The weights have arrived - a small heavy parcel.

I was slightly alarmed, but of course ALL the weights for BOTH ankles were in the one parcel, a total of 10 pounds, or rather nearly 10 pounds. It's not entirely clear to me what the unit of measurement is - does it matter? Nah, not really.

Each anklet has five little pockets, and each pocket has a little packet of some kind of heavy sand, and each packet of sand weighs around fifteen and a half ounces, or whatever that is in kilos. Or grams.



So I have removed four packets from each anklet, and tomorrow (or the next day) I shall have a go at strength training, starting at below level 1., as then I'm more likely to succeed. Never set yourself up for failure - aim low, and you will taste success, as I tell my piano pupils. It blows their mind after all the years of inspirational, challenge yourself, must try harder, gubbins they get all day at school.

They whole lot is stored in a stout canvas shopping bag at floor level, as advised in the book.

Low target setting is why my step count target at the moment is only 1250. I'm much happier reaching my step count most days, even without going for a walk, than missing it every day. I've got 1000 steps or so already, (it is 6pm) from pottering around in the garden all day, and should be able to get the rest by bedtime. I have been known to pace up and down the landing for five or ten minutes just to reach the magic number.

Noah's Ark

Yesterday; Bees. The book of Sirach is not one I've encountered; before. It is in the Roman Catholic and Orthodox Bible, but Anglicans keep it in a separate section called the apocrypha. I'm not going into all that... although I did encounter another book in the apocrypha in the novel 'Miss Garnett's Angel' by Sally Rooney, which references the story of Tobias and the angel.

anyway, Sirach 11:3 is 

"The bee is small among flying creatures,

    but what it produces is the best of sweet things."

Today; Song of Songs 2:15 is a fox;

Catch for us the foxes,
    the little foxes
that ruin the vineyards,
    our vineyards that are in bloom


 We used to have a problem with foxes, the little foxes, that ruined our milk, delivered by the milkman. They would pick up the plastic bottles and run around the garden with them, piecing the plastic with their teeth. We fixed that by putting out a milk protector, an upturned bucket with a half brick screwed to the top to act as a handle. Our usual milkman is used to the way that the bucket comes too when he lifts the brick, but I wonder what temporary milkmen think.

Sewing;

I can reveal what Ang sent me (if you haven't already seen it on her blogpost) She gives the details of how she made each motif in the post



These are on the cloth that has her name and address on it, and are her mementoes of her month of March.

The embroidery I sent to Ang is less topical as concerns current affairs; I sewed a picture devised from a selection of my favourite prints, and also celebrating my new developing skill of making a reasonable fist of satin stitch (aim low!) I also enjoyed using the variegated threads I bought,


and also learning how to start and finish bits of stitching without leaving knots. Of course, the cat is on the cloth with my name and address - but, do I end up with the cloth with Ang's name or mine? Either would be appropriate!  

Now I am starting to think about what I sew onto Ang's cloth for April - Easter is an obvious theme... and I need to create the 'postage stamp'. But I think I know what I am doing for that - I just have to practice drawing it a couple of times until I have learned the shapes.

Piano teaching has had its moments this week; you need a surprisingly mathematical head to work out how to play the first movement of Mozart's sonata K331. We've been working on the ornaments variation 5, the slow one; (I can spot the error in my notation now, but it gives the general idea. For perfection, there should be 4 horizontal beams joining notes grouped under each bracketed 3...oooops) 


I think we got there; my student had sort of crammed the notes in together in a flurry of activity, very similar in result to tidying a room by shoving everything under your bed.

Here's Daniel Barenboim demonstrating how 'easy' it is. The slow variation starts at 7'58", but listen to it all; it is divine! I haven't heard my student play any of this except the slow variation - she says she has already learned it, which makes me a little worried as to HOW she has learned it! There was a time I could play it, after a fashion...