Skip to main content

PUT THE BACK OF YOUR HAND ON YOUR FOREHEAD AND WIGGLE YOUR FINGERS (Episode 64)

PUT THE BACK OF YOUR HAND ON YOUR FOREHEAD AND WIGGLE YOUR FINGERS

  

This morning the air is cold and wide. I believe I can smell the woody sap from the myrtle branch that was snapped by the recent heavy snow fall.

 

The snow saw us choosing to hibernate indoors with only a brief attempt at a snowman. That young person who used to love playing in the snow didn’t resurface in me for this snowfall and my snowman was not a success. On reflection I rushed it and didn’t wrap up as warmly as needed to complete the task effectively. The hot chocolate afterwards was delicious nonetheless!

 

Alt text says this week’s photo is a group of people posing for a photo. I say it is Kath and I posing with a promo board after seeing Wicked.

 

The weekend started with a trip to the cinema when we found ourselves with some unexpected free time, and ended with a fast food burger. I felt young again! 

 

There is real joy for me in going to the cinema because being immersed in a film is one of my favourite things to do, and one of the few places where I am solely focused on one thing. And a fast food vegan burger is rare in our world so always a novelty. Restorative time makes my heart sing.

 

The film was fantastic and if you get to see it then perhaps you too will feel the wonderful empathetic pull during the dance scene. And if you ever see me put the back of my hand on my forehead and wiggle my fingers then maybe you will do the same.

 

The main feature in the middle of the weekend was the Wool in Garden City yarn show. This means that in yarn show terms 2024 began and ended at Welwyn Garden City. It felt good to be back there and to see familiar friendly faces. There was time to catch up with chat and laughter and a little nod to the joy of #ElasticBandPhotos. I had also been sent a mission to complete whilst I was there which felt rather splendid. My mission was to pick up a gift from a wonderful friend. Receiving a message to let me know that there would be something at the show for me was super cool and unwrapping it was a joy indeed…A beautiful Christmas decoration chosen with our Dawn Chorus time together in mind. I love decorations and how each one celebrates and frames a particular moment or memory, and I am excited to think about getting the tree out very soon. I know that the hula skirted neon crocodile won’t be in there shaking his pompoms, because he cracked last year, but it still makes me smile to think that I chose him and wrapped him up for Kath some years ago!

 

Kellie Bright was preparing for a charity event and brought the squares and partially completed crochet blankets along to the show. I don’t have the necessary skills to help with the sewing up, but I loved seeing so many people enjoying being part of this. I did however honour my promise to tell people when I think they are amazing, by letting Kellie know this very thing and giving her a copy of ‘Lovely’ (one my #ElasticBandPhotos)! Kath was able to help by crocheting together sections of the Tom Daley blanket. 

 

Flopping onto the settee with a cup of tea when we got home gave us time to put our feet up and raise our cups to Helen who organised the yarn show. It was good to be part of something with such a wonderful atmosphere, and tired and happy is a good way to go to bed!

 

I will leave you today with a poem that seems to go with some of the temperatures we’ve been having ...

 

November Cold

 

November cold

is bone cold,

chalked moon cold.

 

November cold is fragile echoes

for the poet who does not like petrichor.

 

November cold says,

winter’s coming,

clouds your breath.

 

November cold has the indistinguishable

scent of trees riding on the air.

 

November cold

is rain cold,

faintly herbed.

 

November cold says,

the poet who does not like

rain on dry ground is a fruit fly.

 

November cold

is metal cold

spiked cold.

 

 

I hope your week contains connection and energy and empathy.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

SOMEBODY’S MISSING (Episode 82)

 SOMEBODY’S MISSING     PodBean Link for those who like to listen  This morning the air has been sung in fresh by the dawn chorus. It carries hints of green and fuchsia.   Alt text suggests that this week’s photo is a person sitting on a lawn with flowers. I say it is a photo of my lovely dad and the flowers we chose to celebrate his life at his funeral.   This is the first new month that has started without my dad being here. I’ve learnt that I want to tell everyone what I learned from him. I’ve learned that one of the best things I can think of to do right now is carry forward the very special parts of him to the best of my ability. I’ve also learned that writing some of this down in a poem felt right, but that reading said poem when we gathered together to say goodbye to him required a large hanky and plenty of time for deep breaths.   I am so glad he came into my life when I was young and built us a family to be proud of. There’s so muc...
Post a Comment
Read more

STEPPING OUT FOR SNOOKER BY THE SEA (Episode 74)

STEPPING OUT FOR SNOOKER BY THE SEA  PodBean Link for those who like to listen...    This morning the rain brings a gentle dampness, and the air holds the scent of sap and twigs.    Alt text says this week’s photo is two women taking a selfie. I say it is me and my sister taking a selfie having learned that it is best if we both sit down. When we stand side by side for photos she looks far taller than me and the photos seem a little out of balance. She says I have shrunk. She couldn’t see me at the railway station when she arrived for her visit, and I found myself standing on tip toes and waving a big double handed wave, so perhaps I might just have to measure myself to find out if I have indeed shrunk a little!   We first met up to watch the snooker a year ago, and before this I had never watched it live. We saw Gary Wilson’s 147 break, and laughed at my sister’s impression of me telling her I was suffering from shin splint...
Post a Comment
Read more

TWO SISTERS AND A COW (Episode 80)

TWO SISTERS AND A COW   PodBean Link for those who like to listen This morning the air brings the distinct smell of cut grass. The birds have turned up their dawn chorus songs these last few days and are welcoming the mornings with a vigour that is admirable.   Alt text tells me this week’s photo is ‘two women taking a selfie in front of a cow’. I say it is my sister and I on a country walk encouraging a cow to be in our photo after we have told it how beautiful we think it is.   I have been reminded about a couple of things on recent walks:   Number one: Being dehydrated is not good for me. I often talk to the creatures I see on my walks, but when I was dehydrated recently I became judgemental and called a squirrel naughty and told a sheep it looked like a badger. My sister recounts school days where one orange squash drink and maybe a metallic sip from the water fountain were her drinks for the day. How much better we are at hydrating now. I kno...
Post a Comment
Read more