Sunday, September 18, 2011

A walk on the wild side

After the last two posts and a chat via e-mail with a friend who mentioned Maslow's hiearchy of needs....

physiological, safety, belonging, esteem, self-actualization

http://psychology.wikia.com/wiki/Maslow's_hierarchy_of_needs

Which parts of our physical, psychological, emotional, social and creative selves are related to the landscape? If I feel better when I am in the garden than in the house, what should I be learning from that? I feel happier at the seaside - whatever the weather, I feel moved when on the moors. Thunder and lightning, a star filled sky - all wonderful.

The garden (and hedgerow, and farmed lands) sustain needs for food, and I get great happiness from growing or hedgerow harvesting -- this must also plug into my self-esteem and creativity. Sharing produce with others helps to develop a sense of belonging and friendship.

Our relationship with other aspects of the landscape, coast and weather is less 'controlled'. Perhaps there is a sense of letting go when we experience these wilder places. I cannot remember where I read "some people walk in the rain, others just get wet". In reality, I suspect that each of us can do either of those things and it depends very much on our state of mind at the time. If I could tap into that ability to 'walk in the rain' all the time, if I could communicate that to others .... then I might be getting somewhere. Maybe it comes back to rice and flowers after all. And spaces and faith, of course.



Why I miss Cornwall

Found a great book on Devon and Cornwall in a second hand shop yesterday (R. Duncan, 1966). I liked a couple of bits in particular:

he quotes Halliday (1959): "If you take the three-hundred-mile journey from London to Land's End, we travel also in time, back towards our beginning,"

and he finishes up with

(it) "is something to do with the moors and the cliffs, because both of these seem to despise and defy humanity. It is their indifference which attracts me to them. In an age which is obsessed with human progress and materialism, it is a great relief to stand on some headland ... and look out at the Atlantic which is aloof to both." (written 1966, before the moon landing)

Saturday, September 17, 2011

carousels and candyfloss

It was a bit grey and blowy down at the seaside today but still lots of fun to be had, mooching around the shops in the old part of Hastings and scrunching through the pebbles towards the sea!

Apparently these shed type buildings are called the Net Shops and are Victorian places to dry nets and so on.

And here is the vertical railway (I didn't try it out).

And a few boats to finish off.

I love the English seaside - crazy golfers in howling gales weather, a cuppa on the seafront, and everyone (well almost) looking happy! And the sea breeze blew my cobwebs away.

Sunday, September 4, 2011

still musing after all these years

Thinking back to that Church in Zennor. There was this profound sense of peace and love ...but it was also there on the heath driving there from St Ives.


I remember being a bit cross when I visited York Minster to have to pay an entrance fee and seeing a sign that said 'you can worship in the side chapel for nothing'. Of course I know these places need income. It's just that I can worship on the pavement if I desire.
But I'm not yet a Christian. It seems to me to be too bound up with 'humanity' to me - does that make sense? When do we feel a greater power? I feel it oftentimes when I am under the stars as I stand in the garden at night (well of course I do, that's the sense of the immensity of the universe isn't it?) and sometimes in smaller things. I have always thought it was the sea that I miss from Cornwall and I take myself off to the seaside quite often on a Saturday. After the trip this year, I am beginning to think that it is the light that I miss. Or is it the Light that I seek?

Christianity is too bound up with humanity for me to embrace it completely ( a human construct?). Then I remember the whole point about God made Man ..........

thoughts welcome