Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow

….said someone once upon a time in a story.

Instagram – where memes and selfies reside, and some other photos.Pinterest – where memes reside, collections of photos which tend to be decent but who knows where they all came from. Facebook – where selfies and memes reside.
Interesting that the human race is putting itself out there with gusto, giving it all away for nowt. Not just from the here and now, but times gone by. Is this global sharing or global narcissism. Is it the only way many can be seen and heard – their art, their heart. Is there some kind of symbiotic movement happening like a murmur of starlings. Synchronicity is everything said Jung. Are we trying subconsciously to get in to synch. Maybe at some point, the magical formula will appear and ping, we’re swimming like a shoal of herring.
What’s missing? The future’s missing. Where’s the vision.
Who’s observing, who’s listening. Timing, of course, is everything. Wait…wait…wait.
I don’t feel the moment yet. I’ll let you know when I do.

In the meantime, I am reading  three collections of poetry edited by Neil Astley at Blood Axe:

Being Alive, Staying Alive and Being Human. All three were recommended and I am passing forward the recommendation. Enjoy!

 

 

 

Past, present, future – writing and making for here and now.

Knitting and stitching projects, story-writing and rediscovering poetry are working towards being in the here and now and creating a new tomorrow.

I think it can take quite some time to make a shift, through the generations, out of tradition and into modernity. I am reading a mix of novels at the moment, including Lacuna by Kingsolver, Bosnian Chronicle, by Andric, The Ministry of.. by Roy. All of them evolve around cultures and the shifting of humanity across time. I have also learnt to accept that it’s fine to be between times, one foot here and another over there.

Progress is often slow, with a lot of stalling. It can be frustrating when a vision seems to take forever to transpire. But knitting and writing demand pacing, giving time and trusting the imagination. Trusting that if something wants to happen it will, when it’s ready. The vision of my work in progress is constantly there and I allow it to lead me to tell the story of others.

It’s Easter this weekend, and that draws me to painting eggs, baking with filo. The tradition would have been to pick food colouring from shelves, make a gibanica loaded with cheeses. Now it’s more about the natural (modern) way. Eggs are dyed with turmeric and coffee, as I used to with yarn years ago. Gibanica has a heavy dose of spinach and eggs, with sparing use of sheets.

 

Shifting is possible, keeping some traditions is too, if they are a part of you, ingrained. But a new way of being is also essential, for all of us. We travel constantly. Be sure to document your journey, and of others too. There’s a common theme for all of us.

I enjoyed a year of reading Italy, fiction and history, language and cuisine. I haven’t done yet. The dream is to go back again, soon, if possible.

 

 

 

 

Coffee Talk

Today

Library books and dvd gotten, order for others placed – I joined a new library today. Pens, oranges and coffee bought. I was rather chuffed to see Whittards was still in the centre of Leeds (a favourite of mine back in the 20th century) but somewhat perplexed by their descriptions of coffee beans – lemon and cacao, or blueberry heaven with a cherry on top and so on. So often I don’t know whether I’m in a baker’s, Lush or a cafe! The person behind the counter spoke quickly in a whispering voice – not helpful with the din of a grinding machine in the background. He looked at me in that what do you know about coffee way. I looked at him in that how come you don’t know your Brazilian from your Continental. Show me the beans I said. I need to see them and smell them.
Yes those I said. How much he asked. Go for it I said, I won’t be getting any more for a year oh and I want them ground extra fine for Turkish/Greek coffee, can you do that? That’s finer than fine. Fine enough to powder my face with. So he got on with the job, took my details, struggled to spell my email address and name. I gave him my business card :p Then he asked me: what kind of machinery do you use to make Turkish coffee? <cue Oliver Hardy stare at the camera from me>. I replied in my best non-patronising manner: a coffee pot with a long handle that goes on the hob/stove top. A small non-stick saucepan would do. He looked a little taken aback. Bless…. #coffeetalk

Karen Eland