I am feeling brave enough to “cut the umbilical cord” to let it fly out here and allow you this little insight into me.
Seated on my couch, in my apartment, with laptop on my lap, mug of tea to hand (teapot within reach) my books close by, my phone clicking beside me, my kindle awaiting my touch and Alexa listening to my every command I feel prepared.
The world is quiet around me. I focus on the clock ticking. It ticks but it is not a functional clock, it is a decorators piece. Time is not important.
I hear the cooing of pigeons, the tug of wind, teenagers gathering, perhaps a car idling by. It is Sunday afternoon, business is for tomorrow.
Taking my eyes off the screen, I notice the sunlight dancing on the ceiling, the shadows cast on the floor. The sunlight highlights the wood of my table, my daughters library chair and adds interest to the ‘rent-neutral’ tone of the painted walls. It also makes patterns of the thin layer of dust settling on the dresser. The ‘cleaner’ will work when she is ready.
Gradually, as I settle into my role, my brain stores the important sensations, records the feelings and recalls memories. Like a huge library of books, chapters and verses it references all for future use….
This is my profile
I am a content writer
I am content.
It took me about 20 minutes to write the original and then a further 15 to re-read edit and make changes. I think it was a good exercise for me. What exercises, writing strategies, lessons do you recommend, follow and use?
*”cut the umbilical cord”
Natalie Goldberg Thunder and Lightning pg 186
Let’s play a game….
After a gentle drive along the A12, enjoying the beautiful Suffolk countryside take the B1078 signed to Campsea Ashe. Turn right following the B1078 towards Campsea Ashe, past the village shop turn left into the car park for Clarke and Simpson Auction
But wait, haven’t we been here before? Yes, of course, home of my local auction site; a cornucopia of antiques, collectables, curiosities and one-man’s-junk to my treasure trove.
After taking care of the business end, I enter saleroom 4 and take in the sights, sounds, aroma of history. Today, unusually, I’m on a mission. I am secretly taking part in my own, “Make me a Dealer” (BBC One) challenge.
Working with a small budget of £20 I aim to buy at least one lot that I can make a profit on. Armed with my camera, catalogue and buyer number I tour the room.
Lot 1: A collection of Del Padro figures in the form of Medieval Knights on horseback Estimate £30 – £50
I think that might be what is known as a “come and buy me” estimate. I would love them, but they are going to be too strong for me. My estimate £80-£100. This estimate was later to be proven correct, they sold to an online bidder for £95
This is a possibility. With a personal connection, as it is the year I was born, I would like it. Would it make a profit? Not unless I find the right buyer. Also it is one of several other plates and sundry items. Estimate £10-£20. A possible, but only at £15. Don’t forget the 18% buyers premium.
Lot 294: An oriental camphor wood blanket box – with key. Again above my budget, estimate £50-£80. But can I pause for a while and admire it’s beauty. Exquisite carving, the quality and detail of the lock, the deco style shaping of the rounded corners just the feel of the wood. Open the lid, and the camphor aroma plunges you into the orient, transporting you to far away places with stories of mystery, intrigue, romance and exotic nights. Dream but close the lid now, time to move on.
But the mood to travel afar lingers as I fall in love with these books. A beautiful set, with the original dust covers, and all in good condition. Inside, the text was illustrated with beautiful designs, calligraphy and pencil drawings of the places visited. I think I can honestly say, never was I so taken with the beauty, style and simple pleasure of holding a book and being privileged to enter into it’s story. I wanted them.
I hope the online buyer likes them. I wish them safe journeys.
Was I ever going to find something? Today, everything was too expensive, too big, or in job lots where I wanted maybe one or two items out of the box or boxes full.
Just recently my interests have been towards various art forms. Auctions can be good places to find that one piece of art you have been looking for to add interest to a blank wall, add a touch of culture to a clinical waiting room, or add colour, history or a story to your office. As usual for this auction there was a good selection. Some job lots of mixed styles, condition and interest. Some single pieces that required some knowledge of the artist before acquiring. But then, there it was:
Lot 436: Eleanor Cowles watercolour study depicting Isaac Lords near Ipswich Docks; together with a coloured print entitled “The Gentle Art of Making Guinness”. and a pair of oil studies depicting desert scenes and camels. Estimate £10 – £20
A small lot, within budget, hopefully, and with local interest making it easy to research and sell on. I set my price to within £10 – £12 pound, rewarded myself to a cup of tea, found a good seat in front of the rostrum and settled in for the sale. The clock ticked round to 11:00, auctioneer in place, the room is hushed with the rap of the hammer and we’re off…
Auctions are unpredictable. Items of history, age and beauty may be sold for little money, or sometimes not sold at all if a reserve price is not met. Other items, which are damaged, mismatched or apparently of very little value, are sold above estimate. The lots I had circled as ‘interested’ went for more than I wanted to spend. Some started at above my price, others I had chance to bid on, but someone in the room or on-line wanted it more than I. Gradually, lot by lot, my chances of buying were dwindling until we reached that set of art work. My last chance.
Lot 436.. a set of mixed oils and watercolours, a nice little lot here, can we start at £20, (silence)… £10 then?, still nothing….£5 queries the auctioneer a little desperately, I hesitated, and some one started the bidding at £2, here we go, I bid $4 a counter bid, £6, I nodded, £8 a counter bid £10, I hesitated slightly, before bidding £12, but that was it… they refused, to the lady in the room at £12, looking for £14 is there anymore.. hammer held in the air, the auctioneer peers round the room, once more I’m looking for £14…. make no mistake I’m selling at £12…. the hammer falls, the price is set. I grin and show my number…. I am the proud owner of 4 pieces of art!
Game on……………………….home to research and sell them on for a profit.
One of the projects that kept me busy soon after arriving back in England was the church Flower festival. As part of the Parish council I was involved in the planning, organising and preparing for the festival.
Although not an expert by any means, I am always an enthusiastic flower arranger, so was happy to take my share. This year I was given the three wall arrangements. A challenge I was nervously excited to take on.
This year I was also put in charge of the refreshment tent, serving tea, coffee and cake throughout the day, and lunches over the lunch period. This role I took on happily, although nervous about how little time I had to prepare, but our saying was, “It will be all right on the day!”
And you know, it was.
Some photographs to prove it. Slight apologies for the quality of the photographs, I didn’t have a lot of time, just slipped in to the church during quiet times at the refreshment tent.
Everyone did such a great job, and unfortunately, I did not manage to get photographs of all the displays. The Church was filled with wonderful arrangements, displaying God’s bounty in many ways, and such a beautiful aroma from the lillies and stocks. The wall displays that I did, needed to have height, but also I wanted them to appear to tumble down the wall. My vision was, to represent the prayers of the people ascending in gratitude to the gifts God showers upon us. I loved the gladioli’s, iris and sunflowers that added strength and structure. To give display an individuality, yet similar in theme I added different small flowers. In the centre I used more patriotic colours, to represent the memory of those giving service in war, by inserting red roses, and a touch of blue. On the right I used beautiful creamy lilies for peace and on the left more delicate, softer pinks and mauves. I was able to pull some lovely strands of ivy from the church yew trees, which gave me the downward sweep I wanted it. Fun to do even though I probably broke all health and safety rules, having to balance on the pews and the organ stool between the pews to reach up to the stands.
During the afternoon I managed to snap this shot of our wonderful Rev. spending quality time with his children using the lawn games which were a huge hit with the visiting families.
The best part of the two days has to be enjoying the company of friends and family, sitting in the beautiful setting of the church with tea, coffee, homemade cakes or lunch of rolls and side salad, or a ploughman’s lunch. We were blessed by the weather as the rain held off for most of the week-end and the slight breeze was refreshingly cool for most people.
As Sunday drew to a peaceful close, our Evensong service was replaced by a traditional songs of praise which is the only way to close a week-end of celebration and gratitude to God for his wonderful blessings.
I don’t have a recording of our singing, but here is a beautiful performance of one of the hymns chosen by the congregation, “The Day though Gavest”
Yes, it was all right on the day, in fact both days, and with thanks to generous visitors we raised money, but much more was the wonder of fellowship, the joy of creation and the love of service. Now we look forward to next year…..
Goodreads make better writing
After my return from Canada and a busy June, getting back into routine, and starting on some new adventures, I made the conscious decision to take some time out from wordpress to do more reading, process my ideas, and put more time into other projects.
So today, August 1st, I had planned to write. However I spent most of the afternoon trying, unsuccessfully to sort out e-mail issues with yahoo.
This will now be a short news update. My wordpress subscription runs out in October, and as I don’t want to renew it, I have between now and then to plan, design and create my own website. Which will mean serious research and work in making that a reality. Advice, recommendations and offers of help all accepted!
If I thought July raced by, August will fly, as I am away on travels to Paris later on in the month. Look for interesting travel posts. Maybe I will be braver and use more French than I did in Montreal? Probably not, but I will at least have family to help me.
During my time in July, I have been reading. They include
The 5-7-5 might be a little fuzzy, depending on how you read, stress the words powdered and perfumed. It represents for me that intake of pleasure and wonder that I recall having when I first saw this stunning photograph on Pete’s site. Please take a moment to go visit his site by clicking on the link. A very talented micro photographer.
If you also feel challenge to write follow the link to the weekly Haiku challenge for the rules. Take a moment to explore his site for some inspirational quotes, a bit of music, some deeper ideas to explore and a gentle sense of humour.
Thought for today: Take time to be…….
Fill in the blanks for yourself. Share your thoughts, words and actions in the comments section.
Go in peace, Sue
Suffolk Day 2019
Itinerary for the day to celebrate Suffolk and discover Suffolk Secrets.
Meet-the-makers event in Southwold to celebrate local crafts
Discover a Suffolk secret
Destination: Lowestoft for the #firstlightlowestoft event
Enjoy the Summer equinox
It was a beautiful, bright morning as set I off on this Summer adventure ride. B.J. – my car, was on top form as we navigated the A12, music on, window down, fresh air and sunshine.
Arriving in Southwold I parked in the large car park at the pier, payed the reasonable fee, and enjoyed a cup of tea from my picnic resources – car door open, fresh breeze and the shushing sound of the waves, that is the British sea side.
Walking along the beach road towards town centre I reminisced the last time I was at Southwold, with family from Canada and we rented a beach hut for the day at the boating lake…
I found what I thought to be the crafter’s market; first impressions were that it was smaller than I imagined, with just six or seven stalls, all with lovely items.
I chatted with one vendor, who specialises in needlework, making cushions, blankets and accessories for the home. I spotted a basket containing glasses cases, and noticed the size and shape for my Huawei P20.
Looking good in the new cover!
Going further on into town I found another venue, about the same size with the addition of a snack bar and facilities.
Here there were more crafts, more unique and to my taste. I chatted to the crafter who made planters from a special concrete mix, bringing a modern twist to the glass handkerchief mold.
They look pretty don’t they? The concrete used is porous which makes it suitable for these.
I couldn’t buy one of the planters, not having any garden, however I did buy a small tub of medlar butter, perfect for my picnic hot cross buns.
Another stall carried, beautiful hand and machine stitched cards. They are exquisite, with the added touch, that she has placed the stitched fabric square into the card so that it can be reframed into a more permanent wooden frame, so that the card becomes a gift! My kind of card; I have often thought that I would rather buy another small gift, than buy a card to be thrown away, once it has been received.
Within sight of this venue was an antique shop: Cornucopia!
I didn’t buy anything, honest! I had a lovely chat with the owner,( sitting knitting, with a cup of tea, listening to Radio 4 on a vintage portable radio!) I shared my “bargain hunt” game with her, and together we chose a pair of Moroccan stain glass lamps for the big spend, a Black forest carved bear holding a cotton reel – ” thread bear” for the profit item, and another bear, who tore at the heart strings, needing a loving home!
I also loved the garden aspect of the shop….
A happy memory from my childhood, is touring the countryside during our annual summer holidays. Always wanting to be off the beaten track, away from most of the usual tourist places, we began a tradition of not calling it a holiday trip unless we drove down a road that had grass growing down the middle of it…..
On my route along the A12 from Southwold to Lowestoft, there was a sign for an antique and craft market. Too good to pass by on a day with little agenda. It was here that I negotiated this ‘holiday’ road bringing back memories of summers long ago. Just a short drive and I arrived at Henstead Country Crafts.
A very pleasant hour spent browsing and chatting, especially to artist Mike Collis who deserves a special shout out for putting up with my questions and natter as he was trying to work. Check out the gallery here.
After this invigorating hour, it was time to head up to Lowestoft to find my airbnb accommodation for the night. Advertised as a quirky bungalow, it certainly lived up to it’s name. Richie was a perfect host, very welcoming and helpful. I enjoyed staying there and relaxed easily into the atmosphere of his lovely home.
A perfect way to end a perfect Suffolk saunter!
Next blog, here all about the Lowestoft First light festival
Time and tide…
Here I find myself, it is Wednesday evening, and nothing written yet, this week. However, to qualify, there has been writing, but other projects have taken up my time.
The movie is based on a true story of a group of Cornish Fishermen who found comradeship, healing and enjoyment from singing together on the boats as well as building up the community and raising money for local charities.
The film adds a love interest, rivalry and small town humour to this feel good factor real life story, making it a delightful film which will set your toes tapping, your heart breaking and your spirit strengthened. For this audience, it might have made them feel just a tiny bit proud of a British success story.
The down side might be you become nostalgic for former primary school singing lessons churning out sea shanties and other folk songs. One might even be caught singing them as you leave…. Blow the man down whey hey blow the man down
The real group have suffered some tragedy since making the film, but are still performing and continuing to raise money for a variety of charities including Fishermen’s Mission, McMillan Cancer and local schools and causes.
Keep hauling, buoys!
For today, that’s all folks. Thank you for reading, singing, dancing and sharing my epistles.
Drop me a comment if only to let me know you are alive and kicking and dancing your way through life.
Birth of an idea
The water lay crystal clear, black as night, fathoms deep and unfathomable. Gazing into this stillness calmed the spirit within. She looked into the mirror reflection of herself as it peered back at her, a twinkling of a smile turning one corner of her mouth.
Springing up from her seat by the huge lake, Credo rubbed the ache from her ice cold fingers and danced life into her feet, numb both from the cold and from being still for too long.
That which had been dormant rose in the fire of delight and newness. From the surrounding air, the breath of wind stirring tree branches and tall grasses by the lake and the soft lapping of water against the rocks, music filled her soul and slowly, rhythmically she began the steps, taught long ago, passed down in generations, instilled since birth. First her feet, then her hands and arms, moving gently, shapes and patterns, ancient runes, the timing of movement matching the beating of heart, the breath of spirit and the rising joy claiming her from the ground, through her body, stretching out in artful movements.
Finally, Credo turned her face up to the moon, laughed in answer to the call of mother womb, father tradition and spirit sense. As onlookers we might term it dance.
Credo called it belief.
Credo: Rhythm and Dance
To talk of many things…
Firstly, how great is it to be able to do battle with WordPress on my laptop now that I am back from my travels. I do love my Huawei P20 lite and Huawei MediaPad T3 purchased at Amazon Smile however the limitations become noticeable after some time, and my smile is replaced by being able to do this on my laptop. Okay, that is the business end over and done with.
Today, I had an appointment with our local country market, which although it is only a hop, step and jump from my apartment, to my shame I had not realised was held every Tuesday morning.
I was greeted with a warm smile and introduction. The organisers were only too glad to explain the concept and introduce me to the vendors. Although small, the array of different products and crafts this morning pleased the eye and the wallet.
These quick snaps demonstrate the type of produce and stalls on offer.
Other products on show today, were hand painted cards depicting local scenes and the artists pets, handmade hats, aprons and quilted bags and bead jewelry.
The priceless offering, though, has to be the connection with the local community. Whilst I was there, in just that hour, I was treated to stories of picking lemons in Cyprus, some of which ended up in the jar of lemon marmalade I purchased; stories of travel in Canada, providing memories for a family, now grown and making memories of their own; anecdotes of wily pigeons who know exactly when to invade the pea patch; how to successfully grow lime-green orchids in England and how this caring community share, support and nurture this small patch of England we call home.