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What can you sing?

My daughter reminded me recently that I love to sing. She drew me a quick pic of me singing, that simply smiled at me. As always the simplest things often shout the loudest. But yup, I love to sing! Don’t we all?
When singing you can say sooo much more than “the words”.

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I’m lucky to sing with Global Harmony from Melton, an a cappella community choir of 60-70ish members. We sing songs from around the world; Bulgarian, Mexican, Maori, Zulu, etc as well as English. Often when singing the sounds of another language, ‘feeling’ (or something), takes over as words and specific meanings are somewhat displaced.

Yes to sing is to make a noise; to vocalize melodically, to produce melodious sounds, to tell about or praise something, to proclaim with feeling. But I’m interested in what else is going on when we truly sing… ?

“Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter” said Keats.
He also related the human idea of ‘negative capability’; “when one is capable of being in uncertainties, mysteries, doubts, without any irritable reaching after fact and reason”.
My experience is that singing can lift us towards this position of negative capability… the ability to perceive, think, and operate beyond an individual’s presuppositions and limitations. Even if only for a brief moment, but the resonance of that moment can linger.

In my experience the act of singing can lift us beyond any glossy, shiny popcorn, sunset-laden veneer – can lift us beyond cares and unacknowledged insecurities.
In my experience the act of singing can lift us beyond disillusionment and doubt.
More importantly the act of singing with others is phenomenal.

Yes, other activities can release joy and tranquil epiphany. Crowds, cycling, running, obsession, sex, eating and other activities can induce hysteria and hypnotic attentiveness. But singing and singing with others seems quite unique. Studies have discovered that the effect of singing on birds’ brains is similar to the effect of addictive drugs on human brains. But there’s a caveat, that effect doesn’t happen when the birds are singing alone. It seems singing’s effect on humans has a similar caveat.

Studies of singing suggests perceived benefits including improved mood, stress reduction, as well as perceived social and spiritual benefits. Singing may positively influence the immune system through the reduction of stress. Singing can have some of the same effects as exercise, the release of endorphins gives singers an overall “lifted” feeling and is associated with stress reduction. It’s also an aerobic activity, meaning it gets more oxygen into the blood for better circulation, which tends to promote a good mood. Singing requires deep breathing, another anxiety reducer.

You can sing silently in your heart – by ‘heart’ of course I don’t mean the thing in your chest? Or that red fluffy greetingscardesque feeling. I don’t mean the warm and fuzzy good intention or the obligated sentiment. By “heart” we should realise the ‘centre of our being’. “Where your treasure is there is your heart also” – be mindful of what you value and cherish?

I try and let my heart sing…

But enough waffle. I love to sing.

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post-puzzled…

After my last “puzzled” post, an appealing poem by Gerard Kelly was shared with me.
Thanks R.

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This poem/prayer is something many can identify with, however, for me, its dressing of religious tones is unhelpful (for me… I think).

I support the idea and practice of “faith and understanding” within various religious subcultures, but personally I have difficuties with our relationship with the terminology surrounding “God”, and the ideology outlining the reality that “is” true life.

For me, a prayer, which is what this is, needs to be ‘real’ for it to truly be exercised; to come alive when read and hence ressonate with the reader.

I applaud such word-smithery for its conviction, and indeed such as this does help many pilgrims to realise their faith.

But for me, for now, I have to rework it to fit my perspective – I guess it’s just me?

For me, the contemporary idea of Christianity’s ‘God’, carries sooooo much baggage, inference, misunderstanding, disillusionment and disappointment…

For me, I struggle to name this reality of ‘God’.  Naming ‘it’ tends to colour it with an often unhelpful character. Even “nature”, “spirit”, “a glorious righteous life-force” might be unhelpful.

But ‘it’ is a reality, and should be sought, embraced and respected.

Fit me In Somewhere
By Gerard Kelly [notes JPR] Fit me in somewhere
In this giant jigsaw, God*.
Somewhere in this work of art y
ou’reworking,
Select a space my shape can fill
And with a puzzle maker’s skill
Let my contours find their fit without contortion.


Teach me
[help me see] which patch I am[might be], God*,
In the cosmic quilt you’re quilting.
[quilt too positive? Warm and fuzzy?, suggest picture, painting?]
Show me where my square of selfhood is of use.
Let the colourful complexities
Of the pattern that is me
Find their purpose in the placement that you* choose.
[“right place”? I have yet to know god’s opinion?]


Show me my position, God*,
in this group photograph.
Stand me where you* want me to stand.
Put me next to whom you* will.
Make me stand, for good or ill,
Precisely in the place your plan
[your plan? “true life”]demands.

Tell me what I am, God*
in this body you* are building [not sure]:
a tongue to taste,
a nerve to serve,
an ear to hear.
Give me grace
to not be, gracefully,
the parts I am not called to be
and to play with elegance
the roles I’m given.

Fit me in somewhere
In the giant jigsaw, God*,
Somewhere in this work of art you’re working.
Weave your wondrous tapestry
Until the twisted, tangled threads of me,
Surrendered to your artistry,
Form an image that is beautiful to see.

[yet still aware of the tapestry’s thready loose ends on the back ;-)]

*For me ‘God’ carries sooooo much baggage and inference, misunderstanding and disappointment…  

 

Fit me In Somewhere Also…
(after Gerard Kelly…)O true life, that is right, all-encompassing and real…

Fit me in somewhere
In this giant jigsaw.
Somewhere in this living work of art
Select a space my shape can fill
And with a puzzle maker’s skill
Let my contours find their fit without contortion.
Help me know which patch I might be,
In the cosmic picture you’re, painting.
Show me where my square of selfhood is of use.
Let the colourful complexities
Of the pattern that is me
Find their purpose in the a place that right, good and true.

Show me my position, in this group photograph.
Stand me where‘s best to stand.
Put me next to whom you will.
Make me stand, for good or ill,
Precisely in the place your true living demands.

Tell me what I am, in this body that’s growing:
a tongue to taste,
a nerve to serve,
an ear to hear.
Give me grace
to not be, gracefully,
the parts I am not called to be
and to play with elegance
the roles I’m given.

Fit me in somewhere
In the giant jigsaw,
Somewhere in this living work of art.
Weave your wondrous tapestry
Until the twisted, tangled threads of me,
Surrendered to your artistry,
Form an image that is beautiful to see.

[yet still aware of the tapestry’s thready loose ends on the back ;-)]

O true life that is right and encompassing and real, Fit me in somewhere…

 

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Puzzled?

My youngest loves jigsaw puzzle and is surprisingly adept at them.
This morning I went into her and she was quite fraught while two-thirds way through a colourful moshi-puzzle “dad I need help” she uncharacteristically whimpered.

Doing a jigsaw with a child can be thought provoking;

the joy of bits fitting,
the frustration of not finding your place,
the worry that something’s missing,
the moment of unintenional breakup,
the disappointment it’s not as big as I thought,
the elation as you find the bit u thought was lost,
the organised versus the random process,
the race against time, the broken bit,
the satisfaction of a finished creation,
the enshrined ongoing project…

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I don’t do jigsaws… perhaps I should?

Recently, I have felt/thought that ‘bits’ are ‘fitting together’ – the finding new bits, and the seeing a bigger picture, don’t ask me what it is yet, certainly I’m far from that stage.  But, ‘knowing’ that stuff ‘feels’ right and in it’s place, is a good feeling.  Yup, there’s a few big piles of dull and busy bits that don’t have a place yet and I’m pretty convinced many don’t even have a place in this puzzle, but we’ll get to them if and when we need to.  As you do; we shelve bits, start new bits and often walk away from it altogether.  There’s the concerted effort to explore an interesting part and the frustration that it just doesn’t fit… It’s broken… I have better thngs to do… It’s lost… I haven’t the patience… “A bad workman blames his tools…” they say.  Yup, often I blame the jigsaw.

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Yog(h)urt!

OK, latest fad that might become routine – Yogurt*.

It’s one of those things we’ve always thought about but never ventured into.

We’ve been given an Easiyo Yogurt maker, and have started ‘growing our own’.

 

We have previously spent about £4.50 a week on yogs for the four of us.

We now make a kilo of yog for £2.50 – that lasts us the week.

The processed yog we bought previously might contain:

  • Modified food starch, corn starch: Used as a stabilizer, thickener and emulsifier. This gives yogurt an extra creamy texture.
  • Gelatin or Pectin, used as a thickener.
  • Potassium sorbate: A preservative.
  • A significant amount of sugar.
  • Aspartame: An artificial sweetener.
  • Fructose syrup (HFCS): A sweetener.
  • Tricalcium phosphate: A calcium supplement.
  • Whey Protein Concentrate.
  • Sodium Citrate.
  • Malic Acid.
  • Colourings? and flavourings?

The yogs we are now growing contain:

  • Each sachet contains only milk powder and live yogurt making probiotic strains of bacteria.
  • Then… whatever fruit and honey etc. we put in it. (Rhubarb from the garden this week)

The milk powder is spray dried which means that only the water content is removed. Once you add water, it is the closest thing you can get to pure fresh milk.

Your yogurt is made over a range of temperatures so that each bacteria has its “moment in the sun” when the temperature is just right for optimum growth of that particular bacteria.

It’s quick and easy! No pre-heating of milk. No electrics, just make use of boiling water.

I guess we’ll see how long this fadtine lasts.

 

Note: Every day, 1.3million unopened yogurt pots are dumped…

*In English, there are several variations of the spelling of the word, including yogurt, yoghurt, yoghourt, yogourt, yaghourt, yoghurd, joghourt, and jogourt. In the United Kingdom and Australia, yogurt and yoghurt are both current, yoghurt being more common while yogurt is used by the Australian and British dairy councils, and yoghourt is an uncommon alternative.

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Mount’s Bay – a place where as a child and a teenager I wondered…

While we were away in ‘the homeland’, we ventured up ‘the mount’ and my smartfone took these pics:

Click on the pics for a larger view.

My grandparents lived at Long Rock and many a time was spent in Mount’s Bay and the view of the mount is indelibly etched on my neurons.

A wondrous place.

I recommend: E V Thompson’s ‘Winds of fortune’ – if you fantasy a fancy.

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Surprised… Saved 27%

After returning from a week away and needing to restock the cabin, we ventured PAST the glossy shiny T. supramarket to the lowsheen German store further up the road.
We thought ‘let’s just see how much a random shop might compare’ to the one-that-shall-be-obeyed supreme-store that so often controls our budget.
We were surprised!

20120826-133229.jpgOk we are not receiving our points for cheap holidays etc but just this random everyday shop saved us comparatively £8…
We expected a slight saving but not 27%!
We compared like for like on the Big T’s online store including ‘two for one’ offers etc.
Even the basics we thought would match but some were considerably less.
For example; K’s Cornflakes 2.48 v 3.29, Milk 1.48 v 1.74, Rice 1.29 v 1.57.
You can see the comparative price from T. jotted on the receipt above.
Ok we could buy everything from the ‘T.Value’ range but… well we don’t, at present.
Ok, someone will probably tell me it’s not ethical or something, that I should not buy branded products anyway, I should support the local farmers market… or even should not be shopping on ‘the Lord’s day’… but this is not about those arguments. I have kids to feed and need to take things one week at a time and watch every penny.
A simple random essentials shop has shown that every little bit helps! You just have to put up with the long queue and the grumpy assistant, but then again T has its fair share of irritations.
So £8… saved and I have not even mentioned their gorgeous low-cost good-quality sausages!

Take Two:
Aldi £26.87 Tesco £33.62, saving £6.75. 20%

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Another way?

So we have found a possible alternative… not so pleasant but I guess it does the job… for now.

Two commute routes

Cycle commutes.

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I guess the cars (& vans) win?!  I have been forced (for the sake of the children) to look for an alternative to the best route via road.

So a different route in to work, as an inebriated foolish crow might fly.
It’s half a mile (a few minutes) longer. The jury is still out, there are some obstacles to get the knack of and no school children at present – it’ll be a different matter when the oh so well mannered and respectful students are on the prowl.

I’ll miss the morning skys and sunsets etc as the view from up on Barkby Thorpe is often vitalising.
I guess I’ll also miss the inclines that get the blood pumping.

The new route has poor, fractured, token cycle lanes from syston to Round Hill School but then a good bit of new cycle way (sans kids) to Thurmaston Citycycles junction. We then weave through the golfing estate. Then it’s back on familiar ground over Troon Way and via Gleneagles onto Catherine St.. Cycling in the city is still ‘on road’ – I don’t find city drivers too bad on secondary roads (the primary artery roads can be different!).

After nearly 2 years of cycling, the reason I’ve left the ‘country route’ as the crow flies through Barkby (+Thorpe) etc  is that “the automobile traffic rules!”. It’s not worth the risk!
In my humble experience/opinion, probably:
80% of the traffic – most traffic observes cyclists, reduces speed and gives room when passing.
15 % of the traffic – it’s hard to tell wether they see you. They do not reduce speed, but luckily they do not hit you. The manoeuvres vary from revving engines and inappropriate gears, giving space too late when overtaking (they give plenty of space to the invisible cyclist in front of me), and the all too often “let me past ‘cos I need to copulate with the car in front!” speeding past you up the tail of the car in front just to brake late! I’m not going to mention mobile phones, make-up mirrors and nose picking.
It’s the 5% that are the worry – these fall into two camps:
1. “The Aggressive”: Not slowing, indeed, often accelerating faster (than the limit?) to pass you. Not giving any extra room ‘cos I guess they don’t care? (God knows if they see the cyclist). The impatient contemptuous ignorant dickwit attitude that cyclists are a pain in the front bumper and must not be tollerated and must be passed, blocked or bullied.
2. The “Ooops Sorry I Didn’t See You”: this is possibly the more worrying, “sorry. I misjudged it”, or “I didn’t see you”, is not going to help scrape you off the floor or put your head back on your torso. It’s people that are just not aware (anymore) of their responsibility when driving a vehicle – I guess they are “new drivers”, “infrequent drivers”, “careless drivers”, “distracted drivers”, “over confident drivers?”, “ill prepared drivers”… I don’t know, but there are too many of them on the roads.

If you don’t agree that these types of driver/people exist, try and share the roads with them from the position of a cyclist.
When you cycle, all your senses are engaged in the activity; you are “cycling”, not thinking about the radio, the windows, the make-up, the phone, the back seat, the glove box…  “you are cycling”, and you are intently engaged with where you are – you can’t miss the careless perilous incidents and obstacles when they’re encountered.

So the Queniborough-Barkby-Leicester road is too dangerous – it will only take one incident to put me in hospital.
Jury’s still out but for now, I’ll have to risk the possible prang at 10mph on an estate road rather than the potential ‘prang’ at 30mph on the best road.
New route many many low speed hazards and manoeuvres. Old route occasional high-speed potential killers.

Should cyclists freely share space on the road?
Should cyclists be given road quality cycling space else where?
Should cyclists be happy with 3rd rate white-lined gutters?
Should cyclists just shut up and get on or off their bikes?

Forgive me I know not what I do.

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Bits and bobs on the wall.

Bit’s a bobs have been calling this old typecase home for probably more than 15 years now – and the case hasn’t been dusted properly for about 6 years!! We’ve painted the hall/stairs/landing (a job I love to hate – don’t you just love painting a white ceiling white? Don’t get me started! I digress…) and so today the case came down and it came down and had a springclean.

JPR Typecase 2012

The case has all sorts of stuff in it – from Ecuadorian Sucre, cocao beans, bottle tops and pigs to a shrunken Space Raider packet. – I was gonna label it all but can’t be bothered –that would be anal!

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A little swing…

Both benches were taken when I ventured to the mini-park to sit and read my Robert Penn ebook…

the swing!……    ahhhh what a pleasure.

I sat on the swing, ate my meagre offering and read my ebook… not before I had a little sway.
It would have been a bigger sway but modesty forbade it – bunch of Africans sharing spicy lunch on bench looking on.

But a little sway, was enough… what deep neurons fired? I do not know… ?  but it was good!

A little ‘play’ makes Jack more clear, crisp, alive.  ’twas good!

Alas after 25 minutes the realisation that the swing’s seat was too small focused reality, along with the empty lunch box…

Onward!

 

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cyclists are foolish? raw rant…

Commuter cyclists are foolish?

Jules Richards  ******, when a car passes toooo close & tooo fast on a narrow country road and the potential circumstances flash through your mind, you stop at the lights and ask could you give me more room next time… a verbal slanging match ensues, culminating being told to sod off! You feel worse than ever and the week’s started well. ****ed off, feel like the crap in the road I have to ride through. Why do I ****ing bother?

[friend] I know how you feel, Jules!

Jules Richards  I feel awful! onward… I really don’t know why I am so stupid, just do what everyone else does… eh? “common”? sense. Or do what you feel like and ride against the wind – Sometime’s it’s invigorating but when challenged by other “travellers” often one feels on limb and a bit foolish. When you’re on a limb anyway it doesn’t take much for the limb to break. Cycling can be freedom, but also can be tense, dangerous and a stupid thing to do, given the circumstances. I’m not surprised people want to stay in their “auto”mobiles.

Arghijklmnopqrstuvw…x…y…. z.

[friend] I don’t cycle as much as you do, but sometimes circumstances lead me to realise the risks I’m taking and I wonder, if the worst happened, would I think it was worth it if I looked back? Think these things even more with two teenage boys cycling on the roads. The Big Picture: we can’t let fear drive cyclists off the road – there are so many reasons to cycle. But the Little Picture – with you and loved ones in the frame – sometimes doesn’t look as clear. Sorry this has happened to you today

Jules Richards on verge of giving in and buying a car.

[friend] A couple of weeks ago after being overtaken just before a blind corner I also asked a driver to be more careful. During the abuse he said that next time he would kill me. 

I do not understand why anyone would even think that let alone say it.

But I can’t afford to buy a 2nd car for health, wealth and environmental reasons. 

I am going to revisit cameras though and then report them all

[friend]  I haven’t really had any altercations with drivers, tho I did once shout at a bloke driving a Chelsea tractor and talking on his mobile. When he drew up later, he lent over and spat at me through his passenger window.

It is bizarre the amount of contempt/hatred British men feel for cyclists. In France, in my experience, you get only consideration from drivers and encouragement from pedestrians – because most of them cycle as well. In Britain, there still seems to be a deep-rooted attitude that the manly thing is to drive (ie sit in a comfy chair and let an engine do all the work) and only little boys and twats ride a bike.

Jules Richards seriously thinking of a camera, have been for a while. Not at ease about having to go that route though.