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One Minute Meditation – Simon Parke

I don’t usually like recommending stuff, and I guess I am not doing that now –  “horses for courses” and all that but…

Over the last few years I have enjoyed many of Simon Parke’s books (I’ve yet to venture into the Abbot Peter Mysteries but IMHO the other stuff is “good stuff”).  I have recently been offered his latest book and as I have said on my Amazon review “I’m finding One Min. Med. is Simon’s best yet!”.

Sharing this is the least I can do, due to the value I have got out of the many pages of his that I have read.

One Minute Meditation - Simon Parke
One Minute Meditation – Simon Parke

“Nuggets of gold!”   5.0 out of 5 stars
By Juniper Richards

It’s not “meditation” as you know it! Perhaps it’s simply taking a daily opportunity to think twice.
I find Simon Parke’s books have a knack of kindly and simply introducing the most profound and stimulating ideas in a friendly, simple and sometimes humorous way.
I’m finding One Min. Med. is Simon’s best yet!
Day-changing ideas are touched on in succinct, accessible, warm, unpretentious ways.
You are often left with every-day visualisations that remind you of ‘another way’.
“imagine your influence today was like the spreading of buttercups…”
“taking offence is a choice, just as succumbing to flattery is a choice…”
I don’t think I’m overdoing it to say this book could be a catalyst to potentially life-changing attitudes.
Pages I will return to often.

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Two for joy.

Nowt specific to focus on, but lots of eddies and currents going on.  After the advent-urous Christmas excitements, January sees a wake of settling sediments.

P1080960xxI caught these two magpies this morning on the early morning walk with the dog. It’s usually Em that takes Bracken out, but occasionally, usually a Sunday, I’ll get up and out early leaving Em to lay in – realistically Em’s Sunday lay in will typically turn into and early morning fest with the kids.

One for sorrow, two for joy… yadda yadda… goes the ritual rhyme, there are various versions but we stop at two (as we did with the kids, a sighting of 3 or 4 magpies is not really entertained). We tell the kids that one for sorrow usually means that the one magpie has lost his friend but that it’s probably around somewhere you just have to look harder for it.

My mid-life turbulence is accompanied by a sort of ‘return to nature’ thing going on with the old personal world-view.  I sense this might be reinforced by the infotainment media’s magnificent nature/science output, part of the bread and circus we are fed.  We are served imagery and coverage that is just fantastic and ‘out of this world’!  It’s easy to take for granted the stuff we see on our TV/PC screens but the common place close-ups and slow-mo we see would not have been dreamt of when we were young!

It’s a beautiful but also raw and cruel natural world; stuff blossoms, blooms, decays, dies, transforms. Stuff kills, feeds, struggles, in circles and rhythms – nature is a wondrous thing.

2014-01-08 21.26.46I have and for now will refrain from writing about my relationship to our dog. Save to say it’s significant. Bracken is/was Em’s project but I have taken to him full on. Yes he’s a dog and we try to maintain animal / human sensibilities, but one can’t help noticing the warmth of a living creature when he sleeps on your lap. When he looks for attention. When he shows ‘signs’ of affection. When he identifies with you as his ‘master’?  It’s nature.  An ongoing discovery.

The morning walks, as with the daily commutes, bring you closer to the elements and the seasons – again you feel closer to nature, more alive.

Where these ‘out of this world’ experiences link up with a supreme being, a creator, a trinitarian god, I cannot comprehend. Nature is not the biblical God, nature is a living breathing growing moving feast that shapes us and makes us what we are. Just look at the recent storms, that form and reform our environment. Just look at the fragile chemical soups that form our brains and characters. We constantly battle to forge our place in the natural world. We constantly battle to settle our physiology and psychology with drugs and medicine as well as habit and ritual. There’s a bigger thing than us indeed, but perhaps focusing on it becomes harder as life goes on.

OK, I’m also currently distracted by a few books and stuff that I received last month which will no doubt cause effect in due-course but generally there’s…

Nowt specific to focus on… ? except the world WE live in?

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Homemade Pasta!

Ok, I might be slow coming to the party but at last I’ve made me own pasta.

The routine Saturday homemade pizza will now be shared with homemade pasta, thanks to the generous gift of a pasta-maker from my in-laws!

I have heard it said that once you’ve tried your own homemade pasta, you’ll never cook shop-dried pasta again… and i have to agree!

It’s easy!

  • 1 egg to 100g ‘OO’ flour per person – ish – for a basic pasta mix.

Mix it, knead it a tad, press it, dry it a tad, and cut it any which way you fancy!

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…towards the hills…

...towards the hills... by Jules Richards
…towards the hills…, a photo by Jules Richards on Flickr.

And He led me towards the hills and the breaking of day in the lone East….

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Weather disruption…

P1080810_2When storms disrupt the celebrated ‘bread and circus’

Culture, music, stories, entertainment, adventure, wonder…

Over the holiday season it is not just food & drink that can be found in
abundance. Multifarious ‘circus’ is also omnipresent and plentiful.

The mystery of the season is enhanced with musical extravaganza, from reworked classic chestnuts to new compositions and anthemic winter-beating tunes.

Our TV & radio list tantalising new offerings for the coming year… *green button* “book it” don’t miss out!

Our tablets, phones etc offer visual delights and compulsive interaction that enchants (and beeps!). Our interaction? with ‘friends’ via our technology is neo-vibrant.

Our bedsides or ebooks are stocked with new mysteries and worlds where anything is possible, where shall we adventure away?

We can chose wisely from a feast of culture to colour and filter our world. It might enhance our outlook, it might illuminate new discovery, it may numb pain, it might amplify possibilities. We can celebrate achievements and advances that do indeed glorify life as we know it.

Yet where does this leave us when nature overcomes our constructions.

When storms disrupt travel. When illness inhibits our enjoyment. When loss clouds our vision. When greed kills our senses. When emptiness floods our
relationships. When human nature fails humanity…

The broken tool, the empty Smartie tube, the end of the book, the final episode, the end of a song, the dismissible ‘status’, the deletable email, the last Rolo, the broken person?…

Juvenal suggested to give us Quality Street and American pancakes, offer us Dancing on Ice and smart-phones, offer us Christmas and a new year, offer the best a man can get, because you’re worth it

I recall “All this I will give you… if you will bow down…”

When nature
overcomes our bread and circus…

I’m
off to read a chapter of Wilbur’s Vicious
Circle
, with a small Grouse and a slice of Christmas
cake as Mr Wesseltoft lightens the mood.  But I will try to be
mindful that “Man shall not live on…”
bread and circus alone.

Happy New Year!

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Sans Day Carol

The Sans Day Carol or St Day Carol is a traditional Cornish carol from the village of St Day in the mining area near Redruth.
I’m a Camborne boy but as many Camborne boys did (those that didn’t aim as high as Truro) spent a deal of teenaged time in the Redruth area. Ah… happy daze.  Never did a Christmas pass without hearing this tune, among other Cornish chestnuts, being sung somewhere.
Not that I know much about it, but the original Cornish words for this song fell from use. A renewed interest in the Cornish language has seen the cornish words somewhat revived.

Rather like the Holly ‘something’ lives on…
Going through the annual stages of the berry’s colours? Birth “white as the milk”, energetically vibrantly “green as the grass”, humanly physically “blood-red” and deeply deadly “black as the coal”…

What is ‘it’ I wonder, much more than a jingly crimbly festive cheer…

Long live the holly!

Now the holly bears a berry as white as the milk, And Mary bore Jesus all wrapped up in silk.

And Mary bore Jesus, a saviour for to be,  And the first tree in the greenwood it was the holly
Holly, holly,  And the first tree in the greenwood it was the holly

Now the holly bears a berry as green as the grass, And Mary she bore Jesus who died on a cross.

Now the holly bears a berry as blood it is red, And Mary bore Jesus who rose? from the dead.

Now the holly bears a berry as black as the coal, And Mary bore Jesus who died for us all.

Cornish chorus: forgive my ignorance but it’s sumt’ like this  

Ha Mam o an Maghteth, Marya Mam Dew,  Ha gwedhen an gwella, an gelynen yu
Kelyn, Kelyn,  Ha gwedhen an gwella an gelynen yu.

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Advent of…

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Once upon a time…

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Advent week 3…

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The smallest steps, the most ordinary steps, the dusty steps…
Stop twice, look thrice, over death… random raw life is alive.
Be still and know, a comforting labyrinthine path, listen…
When all around us is distracting, there is something eternal going on.
Waking from sleep we might hear a small voice,
with fresher eyes we might see child-like wonder.
Wait, be still… divine warmth might not glitter but,
the briefest moments can lead to magnificent strides.
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My third week following some Advent reflections from Brian Draper. I have to say again I can heartily recommend it if you so feel inclined!
Week 1, Week 2.
It seems a long time since Monday when I took a trip around the block.
 
...I'll go with Brian, but I fear it's another distraction from the void that is all around us. As I say, I'll go with it today Brian, I will go out around the block at lunch-break, into the rough urban industrial Leicester, something I have not done for many months. I will follow the reflection...
 I will suspend disbelief......

 ...Not a 'pleasant' walk but perhaps that's not the point. 
Yes, I will keep going - not much of an option there.
I have become (re)acquainted with Psalm 23.
Much of the terminology is lost on me I'm afraid (perhaps I'll google it in due-course). But I did find some words briefly comforting...
Alas, the harsh wind, the dusty streets, the raw lives, the sad failed industry that I passed was more haunting than the verse.
Curiously the encounter that caused me look thrice and stop twice was the open doors of a funeral services. Though the industrial doors stood the usual polished black vehicles but more strikingly also stood rows and layers of wood look coffins perhaps 50 plus... this stood out for me amongst the random raw life that passed around me, Asian languages, cigarettes, white vans, dusty roads, personal business, wheeling and dealing, city streets and rows of coffins.
I will allow it to rest in my mind...

Brian’s posts also introduced me to this…
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IS7gEykFMD8

 

 

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It’s Mini Meat Pie time!! again!

Oh yus!! It’s Granny Annie’s Mini Meat Pies!

A bit of a tradition on the days leading up to Christmas – It seems every Christmas I remember from Cornwall included these mini marvels! But take my word for it they don’t hang around, soooooo morish – ansome me lover! From what I recall, this is me mum’s recipe with a few twists.

Here’s the recipe from other years: Mini Meat Pies!

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Advent week 2…

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A Joy and Wonder that flows from our own sense of release,
a startling revelation of ancient beauty…

An infectious smile at the heart of life that changes everything,
might slip through our fingers like mist…

Embrace it “the Joy of true life is your strength”,
it flows through us and from us…

Recognise that you are part of the beauty you see…
but look, what joy! Why now, Why me?

With a view of spring, accept and appreciate your wintering…
It’s natural, it’s physical… it’s wondrous…

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This is the second Advent post, as I follow this year’s seasonal musings of  Brian Draper. I can heartily recommend sharing his reflections if you so feel inclined!

It’s probably different for you but for me, Advent is not a nice “happy daze”, “everything will be alright” jam!  For me Advent might be about waiting for stuff, pausing before, refocusing, stirring the sediment, brushing away the tarnish

Yes we all recognise fleeting glimpses of beauty in our lives, we try to capture it in photos, stories, and other creations. I usually fail to hold onto it, share it and feed off it. I struggle to hang onto beauty in our world…

I thought [tweeted] this week that “even the most rotten in nature has a beauty to it, I struggle to find beauty in the rot in humanity…”
and “as my human rot is recognised, I aim to nurture the sprites of joy and wonder that shoot and grow towards light…”

Suspend disbelief might be a way forward.

Never would I have imagined as a child in the 1970’s, as I absorbed questionable traditional Carols (with a Cornish Methodist twang) that I would be singing them to children in Sainsbury’s in Melton Mowbray and turning with a tear in my eye as they wished me a Happy Christmas with smiles that would light up the darkest of hearts!