The Green Man

 

 GREEN MAN IN THE GARDEN
By Charles Causley 

Green man in the garden
Staring from the tree,
Why do you look so long and hard
Through the pane at me?

Your eyes are dark as holly,
Of sycamore your horns,
Your bones are made of elder-branch,
Your teeth are made of thorns.

Your hat is made of ivy-leaf,
Of bark your dancing shoes,
And evergreen and green and green
Your jacket and shirt and trews.

“Leave your house and leave your land
And throw away the key,
And never look behind,” he creaked,
“And come and live with me.”

I bolted up the window,
I bolted up the door,
I drew the blind that I should find
The green man never more.

But when I softly turned the stair
As I went up to bed,
I saw the green man standing there.
“Sleep well, my friend,” he said. 

There's a Green Man in our village. He isn't always easy to spot. Sometimes he hides behind his long hair and whiskers, but once in a while he reappears clean-shaven and with a smart new hair cut. 

 

He sits at the bottom of the hill, a welcoming sight for anyone approaching the village. We're lucky to have him as Norwood Green is surrounded by woods and traditionally the Green Man is thought to be 'the keeper of the forest and the woods.'

 

Being evergreen, he's still got plenty of leaves during December when he grows a bushy, white beard and becomes Father Christmas. Then, after the long winter, he will appear with new, lush vegetation to herald the coming of Spring. 

 

As in the poem above, it seems that the Green Man keeps his beady eye on you. If you look closely up at the sycamore tree at the top of the hill in our village, opposite the old church, you might spot him again, looking down, keeping watch.  

  

Click here to find out more about the Green Man. 

Writing prompts:

• Read the poem again. What do you make of the Green Man? Friend of foe? Write about it.
• Is there something welcoming in the area where you live? Write about it in any way you like. 
• Write about a time when someone invited you (in reality or in your imagination) to "Leave your house ... come and live with me"? 

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The Magic of Fossils

Sir David Attenborough: "Kids like their fossils. I've taken my godson fossil-hunting and there's nothing more magical than finding a shiny shell and knowing you're the first person to have seen it for 150 million years."

Tracy Chevalier: "That's how fossil hunting is: It takes over, like a hunger, and nothing else matters but what you find. And even when you find it, you still start looking again the next minute, because there might be something even better waiting."

Leonardo da Vinci:"Why are the bones of great fishes, and oysters and corals and various other shells and sea-snails, found on the high tops of mountains that border the sea, in the same way in which they are found in the depths of the sea?"

Above is one of the many fossils I found recently among the limestone rocks on the beach between Bamburgh and Seahouses in Northumberland. I'm not exactly sure what this is - maybe a crinoid or brachiopod - but  it's probably between 330 to 350 million years old, at a time when Northumberland sat near the equator under a warm, shallow tropical sea. I find that a mind-blowing fact. Click here find our more about fossil hunting in Northumberland. Click here to find out about the largest-ever fossil of a giant millipede found on nearby Howick Beach.

Writing prompts:

•  As Tracy Chevalier says, searching for fossils can take you over and become an obsession. Write about something that you became obsessed with at some point in your life.  How did it affect you and those around you?
•  What is the most interesting thing you have found on a beach? Write about it?
• If you became a fossil who would you like to find you and where? 

On the Death of a Cat

 

"When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight." by Kahlil Gibran

Yesterday we said goodbye to one of our two beloved cats. Brio was certainly vivacious, full of energy and spirit, as her name implied. A bantam weight, she was nevertheless feisty, independent and not to be messed with. 

She was our friend and companion for almost 19 years and we acutely miss her presence in our house and in our lives. So does her sister, Poco, who is rather confused and disorientated at her sudden loss. Cats grieve too I think.  

Click here   for a touching poem about the death of a cat.

Writing prompts:

•   Write about a pet that you have loved and lost.  

Drought

 

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 When it’s dry here,
the clay in the soil shrinks,
its particles pulling
more tightly together
until deep cracks form in the earth,
a force so powerful
it can damage foundations.
This makes me wonder
about how we, too,
storied to have come from clay,
can crack in times of drought.
I have felt it, drought of love,
drought of touch, drought of death,
drought of compassion and justice.
And I have known, too, the miracle
of how when the drought is over,
the clay of my soul expands again,
absorbing what it most needs.
Is it strange how much comfort
I take in knowing it’s natural,
that cracking is what we do,
it’s part of the cycle.
Of course, the cracking.
And of course, the healing.
I am awed by its force
and how little it takes,
even a small bit of rain,
for deep healing to begin.

by Rosemary Wahtola Trommer

Click here for more poems. 

We've had no rain for weeks - at least nothing to write home about. Reservoirs and rivers are running low, farmers are having to harvest crops early, wildfire risk is increasing, and millions of people are living under restrictions on water use. Yorkshire hasn't yet officially been declared an area of drought, but surely that's coming, along with a hosepipe ban. I will continue to water my pots of Cosmos, until I'm told not to. 

Click here to find out about the drought declared in half of England. 

It's all relative of course. We are not experiencing the same devastation from wildfires as other parts of Europe. The fire near Madrid, in Spain, would span the entirety of Greater London, approximately the diameter of the M25. Click here to find out more. 

Writing prompts:

• Read the poem above. Do you agree that we too can 'crack in times of drought'? Set a timer and write about a time when you have 'cracked'. What kind of drought have you felt?
• I love the positivity and reassurance the poet gives that, like the dried earth soaking up the rain, 'the soul expands again, absorbing what it most needs.' Write about a time when you have begun to heal, even in a small way. 
• Is it comforting to know that it's natural to 'crack' and that it's part of a cycle that others feel too? Write in response to this question. 

• For you, what is the 'small bit of rain' that enables you to start healing? Write about this in any way you like.

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Look To This Day

 

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Look to this day,
for it is life, 
the very life of life.
In its brief course lie all
the realities and truths of existence:
the joy of growth,
the splendour of action,
the glory of power.
For yesterday is but a memory,
and tomorrow is only a vision.
But today, well lived, 
makes every yesterday
a memory of happiness,
and every tomorrow 
a vision of hope.
Look well, therefore, to this day.

Translated from the Sanscrit writings of Kalidasa (active late 4th-early 5th century) - India’s master poet and dramatist. 

 

This poem was given to me by a friend long ago, at a difficult time in my life. It was years before I would discover the benefits of mindfulness meditation and of trying to live a mindful life, day to day, but it nevertheless rang true. I was dwelling on past mistakes and difficulties and fearing what the future may hold. It was excellent advice, from someone who knew me well, and wanted me to live 'today' well and mindfully. 

 

"The only time you ever have in which to learn anything or see anything or feel anything, or express any feeling or emotion, or respond to an event, or grow, or heal, is this moment, because this is the only moment any of us ever gets. You're only here now; you're only alive in this moment." (Jon Kabat Zin)

 

Click here for a link to a three-minute breathing space mediation. 

 

Writing prompts:

• Have you lived today well? Write about your day. Tomorrow, when you look back, will today be a happy memory?  
• Do you agree that there is really only today, this moment? What could you do to try to live each day more mindfully? 

Happiness

 

"We are all born happy. Life gets us dirty along the way, but we can clean it up. Happiness is not exuberant or noisy, like pleasure or joy; it's silent, tranquil, and gentle; it's a feeling of satisfaction inside that begins with self-love. You need to love yourself as I do, as all those who know you do ...." 

(Isabel Allende, 'The Japanese Lover'))

Writing prompts:

• Set a timer for six minutes and write about how life has 'got you dirty' along the way. 
• Then write about any ways you have tried to 'clean it up' to try to reach a state of happiness again.
• Make three lists headed 'Happiness', 'Pleasure' and 'Joy' then write down what you think are the particular qualities of each. 
• Write about a time when you, or someone else, has been 'silent, tranquil and gentle.' 
• Focus on a moment when you have felt inner satisfaction. Do you agree with the writer that such a feeling begins with self love? 
• Write about what you could do to love yourself more.

You can find other prompts on this blog on the topic of 'happiness'. Just type the word in 'Search This Blog.'

  

Sisters

 

 

“Sisters function as safety nets in a chaotic world simply by being there for each other.” ― Carol Saline

“Of two sisters one is always the watcher, one the dancer.”
― Louise Glück, Descending Figure 

“You may be as different as the sun and the moon, but the same blood flows through both your hearts. You need her, as she needs you...”
― George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones 

“For there is no friend like a sister
In calm or stormy weather;
To cheer one on the tedious way,
To fetch one if one goes astray,
To lift one if one totters down,
To strengthen whilst one stands”
― Christina Rossetti, Goblin Market and Other Poems 

"You know full well as I do the value of sisters' affections: There is nothing like it in this world." – Charlotte Brontë, The Professor

"Is solace anywhere more comforting than in the arms of a sister?" – Alice Walker

"But the love of sisters needs no words. It does not depend on memories, or mementos, or proof. It runs as deep as a heartbeat. It is as ever-present as a pulse." – Lisa Wingate, Before We Were Yours

 “Sisters are different flowers from the same garden.” —Unknown
 
 ”Sisters are a shield against life’s cruel adversity.” ―Nancy Mitford

My big sister celebrated her 75th birthday this week. She is the only person who has been a constant in my life for 70 years and that feels like something very special. It does not seem two minutes since we were children building dens in our back yard with our mum's wooden clothes horse and some old sheets. Where does the time go? Our hairstyles don't seem to have changed much over the years (!) and neither has our love for each other. 

Writing prompts:

• Write about your sister if you have one. If not, imagine what it would be like to have one. 
• How does having (or not having) a sibling affect your life? 
• Describe something that has been a constant for all, or most of your life. 
• Choose one of the quotes above and use it as a prompt for your writing.