This is perfect writing Ruth. I could see and feel every detail. You made me think of a travel brochure my grandmother had of Canada, when she went to visit family. The Kodachrome colours of wildness stuck with me ever since. Pictures, photographs, objects, words, they all matter don’t they, in our making and remaking of this world for others. 💕
Seeing 'perfect' is like hitting the jackpot. Thank you, Lynne! The kodachrome colours....yes yes yes. I see this exactly. And yes, i believe they DO all matter in the 'making and remaking of this world for others' - i see that especially now you have brought it to attention as what we are, in essence, doing xx
I feel as though this post is going to take time to percolate through but it has nevertheless prompted a constellation of thoughts.
Until only recently I thought that my birthstone was rose quartz. I don't know why. Upon further research it seems to belong to any month but April depending on where you go. I have, however, kept it as my birthstone. It is the first stone I built a connection with and a small tumbled piece now sits in my bathroom, gifted to me by my Mum, in a wooden bowl made by my Grandad. A tiny glint of pale rose in my otherwise predominant sea of blues and greens.
Last year we planted a new tulip which I think you might like, 'Angelique'. The petals develop from the palest shade of pink, almost white, through rose quartz and into a deeper shade, which could definitely be flamingo, as the plant ages. We didn't know this when we planted them. It grows well in pots. The next pinks in our garden will be California poppies and raspberries.
Thank you for writing and creating as you do. Slowly, thoughtfully and in your own way. I find it very reassuring and encouraging. Take care, Naomi xx
I love your contribution of these personal pink artefacts of your life, Naomi. Thank you. I can see that tumbled quartz very well in its little bowl, and I adore the fact that you kept it anyway as your birthstone. Mine is amethyst. And this tulip sounds like a DELIGHT. Xx
Your "Pink" sketch caught my eye. It's been more than 30 years now, but I still remember the surprise I felt when I discovered that granite could be not gray but pink, as it is at Schoodic Point in Acadia National Park. The contrast with the blue-black of the basalt dikes that intrude on their way to the sea is stunning.
Oh beautiful! I can well imagine it as we have some beautiful pink gneiss up in Scotland that is intruded with basalt dykes also and it's so striking especially after rain! We also have some pockets of pink granite in Cumbria. But a lot isn't exposed except in quarries. A trip I really need to make is to the pink granite coast of Brittany, France. It nearly happened in April but then didn't. Soon soon... such beautiful rock!
This slow creation feels like a reflection of the earliest forms of creation: the slow grinding of a glacier, the slow movement of tectonic plates. Beautiful.
Thank you Christina. That's such a lovely piece of feedback. And gives me pause around how a small moment can deliver something a little bigger...lesser, greater again...I'm trying to slowly piece together over time (but preferably before Metamorphic gets entirely written ha) how I connect with people best through my writing. I think these sorts of pieces do more work than I imagined. Xx
This february, we went to watch flamingo’s in the Grevelingen Lake, in Zeeland. One hour drive, 30’ to discover where we could park our car, not to far from the place where we could watch them, and then a 20’ walk… But it was worth. 87 pink birds, so close to my home….
That's wonderful Ivan. And very much the sort of journey I would make too for just a sight. I have been known to make some very long journeys in fact for a mere whiff of a bird I would love to see. I just looked up the Zeeland flamingos - I see there is such thing as a Pink Sunday to learn about them ☺️
This is perfect writing Ruth. I could see and feel every detail. You made me think of a travel brochure my grandmother had of Canada, when she went to visit family. The Kodachrome colours of wildness stuck with me ever since. Pictures, photographs, objects, words, they all matter don’t they, in our making and remaking of this world for others. 💕
Seeing 'perfect' is like hitting the jackpot. Thank you, Lynne! The kodachrome colours....yes yes yes. I see this exactly. And yes, i believe they DO all matter in the 'making and remaking of this world for others' - i see that especially now you have brought it to attention as what we are, in essence, doing xx
Those threads in action again. If ever we need justification for what we’re doing, this connection of thought is everything. Xxx
It is, I agree! Xx
I feel as though this post is going to take time to percolate through but it has nevertheless prompted a constellation of thoughts.
Until only recently I thought that my birthstone was rose quartz. I don't know why. Upon further research it seems to belong to any month but April depending on where you go. I have, however, kept it as my birthstone. It is the first stone I built a connection with and a small tumbled piece now sits in my bathroom, gifted to me by my Mum, in a wooden bowl made by my Grandad. A tiny glint of pale rose in my otherwise predominant sea of blues and greens.
Last year we planted a new tulip which I think you might like, 'Angelique'. The petals develop from the palest shade of pink, almost white, through rose quartz and into a deeper shade, which could definitely be flamingo, as the plant ages. We didn't know this when we planted them. It grows well in pots. The next pinks in our garden will be California poppies and raspberries.
Thank you for writing and creating as you do. Slowly, thoughtfully and in your own way. I find it very reassuring and encouraging. Take care, Naomi xx
I love your contribution of these personal pink artefacts of your life, Naomi. Thank you. I can see that tumbled quartz very well in its little bowl, and I adore the fact that you kept it anyway as your birthstone. Mine is amethyst. And this tulip sounds like a DELIGHT. Xx
Beautiful! How wonderful - pink rock.
Thanks Jane :) 🩷
Your "Pink" sketch caught my eye. It's been more than 30 years now, but I still remember the surprise I felt when I discovered that granite could be not gray but pink, as it is at Schoodic Point in Acadia National Park. The contrast with the blue-black of the basalt dikes that intrude on their way to the sea is stunning.
Oh beautiful! I can well imagine it as we have some beautiful pink gneiss up in Scotland that is intruded with basalt dykes also and it's so striking especially after rain! We also have some pockets of pink granite in Cumbria. But a lot isn't exposed except in quarries. A trip I really need to make is to the pink granite coast of Brittany, France. It nearly happened in April but then didn't. Soon soon... such beautiful rock!
This slow creation feels like a reflection of the earliest forms of creation: the slow grinding of a glacier, the slow movement of tectonic plates. Beautiful.
I love this feedback, Wendy. Thank you! Tectonic. Yes. One of my favourite words :) xx
Such a life-affirming piece to wake up to Ruth. Such intricate connections, emerging through time. Xx
Thank you Christina. That's such a lovely piece of feedback. And gives me pause around how a small moment can deliver something a little bigger...lesser, greater again...I'm trying to slowly piece together over time (but preferably before Metamorphic gets entirely written ha) how I connect with people best through my writing. I think these sorts of pieces do more work than I imagined. Xx
Beautiful thoughts, Ruth.
This february, we went to watch flamingo’s in the Grevelingen Lake, in Zeeland. One hour drive, 30’ to discover where we could park our car, not to far from the place where we could watch them, and then a 20’ walk… But it was worth. 87 pink birds, so close to my home….
That's wonderful Ivan. And very much the sort of journey I would make too for just a sight. I have been known to make some very long journeys in fact for a mere whiff of a bird I would love to see. I just looked up the Zeeland flamingos - I see there is such thing as a Pink Sunday to learn about them ☺️
Great, isn’t it?…
Very cool!
“Our” pink ladies and men…
Oh fab! There they are! Greaters too! 🩷