Sunday, September 30, 2012

I love Lewes

Yes Lewes in Sussex (though as you may have picked up I love the TV programme Lewis as well!).

I had a lovely pre-birthday treat lunch and presents with my two best friends yesterday at Bill's in Lewes, we had a good wander around the shops and I spent some money on a wooden knife box thing (now on the hall stand to tidy people's keys etc.) and some rather nice plates (which I don't need but were very pretty) - and even put my TV addicitions to good use by employing some of the haggling strategies used on Antiques Roadtrip (my current favourite).

I really like Lewes. If I don't ever get to live in Cornwall, Lewes or Whitstable would be nice. Lovely atmosphere, nice shops and the coast nearby.

On the way there and back I listened to Pink Martini on a CD given to me by another good friend. Here are my two favourite tracks:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-I69GmDHKvI Lilly


In the evening, I did some knitting with wool, silk scraps and bits of ribbon. I'm not sure where this piece is going (you've heard that story before from me).

 

Sunday, September 23, 2012

The Last Rose of Summer

My friend directed me to this from a stationery company (Delfonics):

"Inspiration comes of working

Imagination is more important than knowledge

The purpose of human life is to serve and to show compassion and the will to help others. Creativity is the ability to introduce order into the randomness of nature. Life is an exciting business and most exciting when it is lived for others. You cannot do much about the length of your life, but you can do a lot about its depth and width."

And I also found this on my Dalai Lama calendar recently:

"Wisdom is the bullet - concentration is the weapon that fires it."

I've used that latter one several times this last week or so with my High School classes - trying to explain that you can have as much knowledge as you like but without focus it doesn't get you very far.

I suppose the first one is a little harder in some ways to fit into everyday life. So I'll add a photo at this point:



This is the last rose to bloom in my garden every year - and really my favourite. It's not the most perfectly formed, nor yet the most fragrant. Nonetheless, it seems to me to sum up the triumph of imagination over conformity.

To me, that rose is memories, happy times, sad moments, working through things together with others, sharing the load, sharing the triumphs. Sometimes we all moan that life is too short or conversely that time is dragging. That is because we are human and so sometimes given to moaning and groaning. It's also because we sometimes want a magic wand.

And we cannot always be helping others, but it does feel nice when we can or even when they turn to us for help.