Help, with walking poles
Thanks to the web hosting people for advising me.
Thanks to the web hosting people for advising me.
This is a test post. I’m trying to correct something that happened behind the scenes as a result of my attempting to make a post from my cell phone yesterday. If you see code above the top of the site, black type on a gray background I know about it and am attempting to mend the situation. Until then I’m not able to make posts. Perhaps an early night for me…
I thought this would be about knitting. But it isn’t. I thought it would be about potential. Realizing potential both individually and collectively. But it isn’t. Thus have I struggled these past days to talk about the warp and woof of communication. As we know Warp and Woof is used as a metaphor for the underlying structure on which something is built. A relationship. A family. Society. A monastery. An interest group. An individuals life. Warp and weft are the vertical and horizontal threads woven together to make fabric. Cloth or fabric, used metaphorically, have a similar meaning to warp and woof. The fabric of her life as a working mother, for example. The weaving together, the warp and woof of her life. I love the image invoked here. A drawing together in a dynamic way. These metaphors are used to indicate something whole and positive. Knitted together, not tied down! Perhaps this post is about knitting after all!
Here below is a quote from a blog post titled Potential on Warpandwoofknitting. At first one might think this is a knitting blog and indeed knitting features in many posts. However the warp and woof, the underlying fabric of the blog is something much bigger, broader and foundational. If I were to name the cloth it would be Love, Compassion, Humour and Humility.
The yarn pictured below (in this blog post) is a wool/silk blend I spun up. It has lots of shine and beauty on it’s own, and took up space on my coffee table for quite a while just because I loved to look at it. Eventually though, it needed to be worked up into something useful and became this hat, and another with some little gloves for Mom. So pretty! It is kind of stretching the metaphor to go too far with this, but midlife is kind of feeling this way lately. Full of potential.
Anybody who knits knows it isn’t only about making a piece of cloth which can be worn, draped and otherwise enjoyed by oneself or by others. The knitting itself brings about something foundational to ones being. Feeds the spirit somebody wrote me recently. A drawing together in a dynamic way. Positive. Nourishing.
Mention the warp and woof, or the foundational fabric, of our human interactions, communication, and the response would most likely be a grimace or a groan I suspect. Not always of course. Our common experience of human interactions, communication, more often than not doesn’t bring to mind nourishment, or nurturing the spirit, nor a drawing together in a dynamic way. And as I write that I’m reminded of how expression through the arts, both high and everything else do have the effect of nourishing and drawing together.
So perhaps I’m thinking of the utilitarian communications we use every day, getting business done. Getting ones point across. Expressing a view. Selling or buying – anything. Negotiating, persuading, manipulating. Verbal and written expression between us humans can be an emotional mine field can’t it! Wars are won or lost on words. Reputations ruined by words or more like the warp and woof behind them. What is the foundational fabric of our human interactions?
What is it that can transform a mine field into a beautiful garden? Is that even possible where competing needs and wants drive people into corners rather than weave together as a cloth? The best of gardens have an integrity, you enter into a garden. There is diversity of colour, texture, height. There are arresting features, a fountain, a statue. There is the compost area and the less than sightly behind-the-fence areas as well.
Leave a mine field not maimed for life, one is relieved to have left. To say the least. Leave a beautiful garden and some of it comes with you. As would a perfume.
In terms of human interactions keeping true to the Precepts, nurturing Love, Compassion, Wisdom and Humility goes a long way towards leaving ones room or computer or table – encouraged. As with midlife so too with human interactions, they hold great potential – for the good.
Happy knitting people! And if you have a sense of humour, knit and have hours and hours free, read Whodonnknit. Life will never be the same again!
This is a somewhat alternative view of the Lake District. There was moss and trees, long views and snow on the mountains. It was the built fabric which caught my attention yesterday. It is the journey that counts, gaining elevation need not be the main focus. Though it so often is.
Yesterday I joined a sangha walking group for the day. We spent most of our time scaling the dizzy heights of Latrigg Fell (368 m (1,207 ft)and one of the lowest of the fells) and then slipping and sliding down to the one time Cockermounth/Keswick to Penrith railway line. The track bed now a walking and cycling byway. The sky was blue and the sun was smiling upon us.
Here is a Cycle Path Network Millennium Mile Posts beside the railway line. This one titled Fossil Tree was designed by John Mills. The post takes the form of an abstract tree with relief imagery of fossils depicting the passage of time from early primitive creatures to the ultimate demise of fossil fuel driven technology. The helpful hand, connected to a person of course, points out the fuel on empty.
On a sunny Sunday afternoon the bikes were out in force with young children leading the parade. Watch out!!!
No day of walking is complete until after tea and cake! We went to The Lakeland Peddler. This very pink shop is close to the Peddler and I couldn’t resist a photograph.
Walking through Keswick streets house walls built of green slate.
All in all twas a grand day out.
This post is for Lotti Dog, R.I.P. dear friend. And for her people now grieving.
Obstacles are those
frightfulfruitful things you see when you take your eyes off your goal.
Henry Ford
When I first read the above quote in my diary I saw fruitful. Reading it again now I see the original word is frightful! Just shows how ones perceptions and comprehensions are conditioned by ones point of view.
All a bit lost in words at the moment. Tomorrow maybe some photographs.