Showing posts with label mindfulness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mindfulness. Show all posts

Wednesday, 20 December 2017

Branching Out - Along the Ise


At this time of year it is always difficult to judge what kind of weather we may encounter the photo above is from a day in August and rains continued intermittently for most of summer and autumn.


This resulted in our route along the Ise being both overgrown with brambles, nettles and weeds as well being rutted and muddy in places which made walking an interesting proposition, especially for those who had forgotten their boots (again)!


The weather was kind to us with the December sun casting a lovely, yet melancholy glow through the leafless branches. We thought back to other walks in different seasons as we stopped to sit and enjoy our Mindfulness meditation. We allowed our breathing to slow and felt the warm on our faces, we felt calm now the muddy puddles were behind us and glad that our way was easier to navigate. 


We crossed the bridge and remembered Allan the Storyteller from our last project telling us a tale on the very bridge in a heavy downpour. We felt glad that we were warm and dry, we felt glad to have walked successfully towards another lunch with friends.


As it was a Monday we had the 
Green Patch, where some 


of our group are volunteer gardeners, 
we had the site to ourselves.


We fed the chickens and ducks in the hopes of finding some eggs and looked at these optimistic little plants


Back in the cabin Carole had arranged our fired and glazed


clay stars, birds and trees. We kept the ones we had


made to take home as gifts for friends and family.


We also wanted to leave a gift


for Sue, Nigel, Vicky and all 
the other groups and volunteers


as they are all stars!


So we hung the remaining


decorations on a tree


outside the cabin


to wish everyone all good 
things for the coming year.


After we had eaten, we all got busy tidying.
What an enjoyable walk! What a fabulous team!

Monday, 27 November 2017

Branching Out - Cranford


We gathered at Cranford Village Hall to make 
clay decorations for our final intervention,we used 
working the clay as our Mindfulness meditation.


We rolled out clay, cut out shaped, 
impressed the surface with letter stamps 
and decorated with coloured slips


remembering to make a hole to thread through later.
Carole took the decorations away to be fired, 
glazed and fired again.


The hall has a lovely kitchen as well as excellent work space
and Carolyn made salads and pizza for lunch. as it was a
blustery November day it was good to be able to eat indoors!


After lunch we went for a short, brisk walk to 





St Andrew’s Church dates from the time of King Henry II (1154 -89). Its Norman arcade and additions from every subsequent medieval century, give this church a rich and varied history. There are memorials to 300 years of the Robinson family fill the south chapel of medieval St Andrew's, which lies next to the Robinson seat of Cranford Hall. There are also memorial brasses to various Fosbrokes, who were here for three earlier centuries.
We also saw a Norman arcade, additions from every subsequent Medieval century, some Flemish glass and a complete set of furnishings from the incumbency of a nineteenth-century member of the Robinson family which gives this church a rich and varied history.

For more about the architecture visit








For more about the stained glass visit Fragile Images




Thursday, 21 September 2017

Stowe - Jack, Mary the Devil and the Rabblewouldbegone - Philippa Tipper






Jack, Mary the Devil and the Rabblewouldbegone
Jack and Mary were travellers. They had tramped the highways and byeways all of their lives and finally Mary had had enough, “It’s time to find somewhere to live, to put down roots and make our own.”
They came to a broken down house, by a river, with a small town a mile or two away.
“This will do. Let’s find out who owns it and settle on a rent”. But no matter who they asked they could not find who owned the house and its land.
They set out fixing the house up and then turning the soil ready to plant seeds for lots of food to eat and sell.
Just as Jack was digging some rich manure into the soil, there was a terrible, sulphurous stench that wafted towards him. Looking up he saw a fine, green velvet be-suited creature, not quite man not quite monster. It had hooves where there should have been feet and boots and on its green bearded head was a tall green velvet top hot with horns sticking through the brim.
The Devil looked at Jack, “What are you doing in my house and on my land?”
“Why I’ve fixed up the house and I’m preparing the land for our first crop. It’s been hard work.”
“If you want to stay here,” laughed the Devil, “You must pay me rent!”
“But I have no money, only this penny to buy seed to grow our own food.”
“I will take your harvest in that case, so you’d  better work hard!”
“Ah,” said Jack, thinking fast, as he knew they would need as much of the food that they could grow to survive the year for themselves, “ Let’s split the harvest? We keep half and you have half? Would you be wanting the top half or the bottom half of the harvest?”
“What? why, why, why...the TOP half. Yes. That’s what I’ll have and I’ll be back after the Harvest to collect the rent. Work harder!” and in a puff of stinky smoke, the Devil was gone.
With the ground prepared and the deal struck with Devil, Jack and Mary went into the small town to buy seeds to grow.
They sowed the seeds, watered, weeded and worked hard all through the summer. Come the harvest they had a fine harvest of potatoes, turnips, carrots, radishes, beetroots, swedes, onions, sweet potatoes, celeriac.
They were sitting enjoying a delicious baked potato with butter oozing over it when the stinky stench announced the Devil’s arrival.
“Ah ha! Good. Looks like loads. Give me my half!”
“Certainly. Your half was the TOP half of the harvest. It’s over there,” and Jack pointed to a big pile of twisted stems and yellowing leaves.



“WHAAAAT? Right next year I’ll have the bottom half of the harvest. You won’t trick me again” and with a puff he’d gone.
Next year Jack and Mary set off to the town and bought seeds, sowed, watered and weeded and worked hard. Come the harvest they had a bumper crop of cabbages, celery, lettuce, spinach, pumpkins, courgettes, marrows, chard, asparagus, cauliflower.
They were sitting enjoying a sumptuous pumpkin soup  when the pongy puff of smoke heralded the Devil’s arrival.
“Ah ha! Even better. Looks like loads more this year. Give me my half!”
“Certainly. Your half was the BOTTOM half of the harvest. It’s over there,” and Jack pointed to a big pile of rotting roots and wiggly worms.
“WHAAAAT? Right next year I’ll have the top half AND the bottom half of the harvest. You can have what’s inbetween. You DEFINTELY won’t trick me again” and with a puff he’d gone.
Next year Jack and Mary set off to the town and bought seeds, sowed, watered and weeded and worked hard. Come the harvest they had a bumper crop of tomatoes, cucumbers, peas, beans, brussel sprouts, corn on the cob, and lots of berries and fruit. Everything that dangled inbetween root and tip!
They were sitting enjoying a colourful salad and juicy fruit  when the whiffy wind declared the Devil’s arrival.
“Ah ha! Soooo much better. Looks like even more this year. Give me my top half and my bottom part of the crop!”
“Certainly. Your top and bottom part of the harvest. It’s over there,” and Jack pointed to a huge pile of rotting roots and wiggly worms, twisted stems and yellowing leaves.
“WHAAAAT? No, no, no, no, no! You have tricked me out of my rent three times. Enough! Tonight is the final test. We shall meet at midnight on the bridge. I shall bring a creature and you will bring a creature. Who so ever can not name the other’s creature forfeits the right to the house and land. See you at midnight.” and with a puff of smoke he’d gone.
“What will do? The Devil can travel anywhere in this world and others. There is no way we will be able to name his creature or present him with a creature that he does not know. Better get packing now Mary,” said Jack.
“Wait a moment,” said Mary. Jack watched in amazement as his wife took out a great pot of honey, smothered herself in it, split open the feather pillow and rolled herself around in the flurry. Then she smeared soot on her face from the fireplace, made a skirt of clanking pans round her waist, fixed a broom behind her as a tail and fixed a carrot on her nose. She was the most extraordinary creature that Jack had ever seen. “The Devil will never be able to name me,” said Mary.
“Now put this garland of garlic on the end of the bridge. You can be sure that the Devil will bring some creature from the underworld and they are terrified of garlic”.
Just before midnight Jack and Mary hid behind the bushes by the bridge. The town clock struck midnight and the clouds parted from in front of the moon and there, silhouetted against the sky was a great leathery winged, three tailed, clawed creature with the Devil riding on its back.
As it got closer to the bridge it swirled one, twice then reared up back into the clouds screeching. The Devil kicked it on again, trying to land on the bridge. But again it flew round and round and screeched refusing to go anywhere near the bridge.
The Devil was getting furious, “Come on you stupid Rabblewouldbegone, land or else there will be trouble!”
The creature landed on the far side of the bridge to where the garlic and Jack and Mary were hidden.
“Right Jack. Tell me, what is this creature? If you can”, the Devil stood proudly with the vast monster towering above him.
Jack plucked up all his courage and strolled casually towards the Devil. “Why it’s a Rabblewouldbegone. I’ve not seen one for a while, but I think that’s one of the smaller ones.”
“WHAAAAAAT??? Ah, but you’ve not won yet, you have to bring me a creature that I cant name and I have been everywhere and seen everything, there cant be a single thing that you could show me that I couldn’t name....” the Devil’s voice trailed off as the most peculiar creature appeared on the far side of the bridge.
Jack led the “Mary creature” onto the bridge.
“Yes, that’s a....of course it’s a....why I know that it’s....OOOOOOHHHH PAH!” and with that the Devil leapt on the back of the Rabblewouldbegone, rose up steeply into the sky, the clouds closed behind him and Jack and Mary never saw him again

Monday, 18 September 2017

Branching Out - Stowe - Temples, Tales, Parks and Gardens

Our Stowe Branching Out walk was guided by the awesome Storyteller and long time friend of back To Books - Philippa Tipper


Philippa Tipper: "People have conversations that make connections that create communities.
And we don't just belong to one community. We each participate in a variety of communities -- and have many stories that can be shared across those communities.
Stories are powerful. They can empower, embitter, enlighten and inform. They can build fear, break down barriers and can tell of shared experiences to shine a light into the future. They can connect us with different ways of being, of seeing things from a fresh perspective.
Some people travel the world for inspiration, it's good to look further a field, not get bogged down in the mire of petty local politics, to see that there is more out there in the world than your disputatious neighbour.
However, the wider world is not always a thousand miles away. We live in an extraordinary web of cultural life right here, right now. But you have to be prepared to step out of your door, or move off your chair, and have conversations with people that you had never before considered to be part of your community. 
It's all about listening, hearing, sharing. Let me tell you a story."

Sharing Our Communities' Stories - Philippa Tipper at TEDxMiltonKeynes



Link to the history of Stowe Landscape Gardens


Stowe House








Philippa created a walk punctuated by stories that resonated with stopping points





Our walk was about 3.5 miles
We had a picnic at The Temple of Venus
We also filled the alcoves, became statues
Carolyn led a Listening Mindfulness Meditation
Carole invited the group to create a paper shell 
intervention of wishes at The Pebble Alcove


It was a day of wonder, relaxation and surprise!
Many thanks to Phillipa and to the National Trust at Stowe for making our day so memorable.