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Devon’s flag Marian 10-2018
You are welcome on my blog with journals and pictures of my 2nd life on an island: good old Britain, this quirky island, surrounded by the sea and blessed with nature and space, kind people too, in the S. West. Dartmoor is one of my favourite landscapes. But there’s much more landscapes to explore for me, that are still unknown.
The British population is on the move to sovereignty, in fits and starts, some of them yelling and screaming while stepping over the threshold. Or so it seems to me, a witness to it all, drama, pump and circumstance and many storms in a teacup, to my Dutch eyes.
What’s the world we live in today? The spark of life, the flame that feeds creation’s fire, air, water and earth, seems to take matters in its own hands. As I perceive it, from my visionary corner, it may be time that we begin to awaken to what’s really going on, in the changes we witness on all levels: the motions of planet Earth, its weather and its atmosphere, the wild and dramatic affairs on stage in global politics’ theatre. The machinery of power and money slowly grinding to a halt due to their own structural defects.
Many of us are on edge these days. What’s the point? What’s the purpose of it all, while alive on planet Earth? For me, it’s about enjoying my retirement, contributing to the well being of the community. Reaping the harvest of my life’s adventures at the same time. I can’t tell others what to do, my role is to live what I believe and know to be true for me. And to express this in my life, merely reflecting a way of being we each have to understand for ourselves.
One day at a time, no need to worry about tomorrow. One step at a time, creating my path by so doing, instead of wanting it mapped out from the start to the finish, as if it’s a race, in competition with……. Which may be appropriate in one’s career, but doesn’t seem realistic concerning one’s journey through life. No guarantees, but choices as many as moments in our lives, as I perceive it and I intend to make efforts to live in that freedom.
Being secure and cared for from the cradle to the grave is something from the past, dream or reality for the happy few, as far as governments and laws are involved. We’ve got to take matters in our own hands (again) and learn to honour ourselves and others in freedom of expression. By doing so, I believe we’re invited to be present in our lives, using our creativity with discernment and ponder the question “How to live together?”
Philosophy has been defined as the love of and the seeking after wisdom. Socrates said “Wonder is the feeling of a philosopher and philosophy begins with wonder” This, I guess, sums up who I am and choose to walk my path in life, with a mind of my own, doing the work my hands are happy to find worth doing. Down to earth and artistic in expression of all sorts, be it a home interior, a garden, or a landscape felted of wool.
I’m enjoying my life in Devon, hiking on Dartmoor, walking the coastal paths. I’ve found, as I move through the recent decade, where change has swept like a storm through my life, that I am as much the changer as the changed. Therefore, I can’t expect to know what’s ahead of me, really. It’s a learning curve by surrendering to my experiences and paying attention, to what matters and to all that matters not. There’s much to let go of.
I’d rather surrender to what life holds in waiting for me and walk with eyes and heart open, in trust and acceptance of how it shows up and what it shows me, also when it’s not enjoyable at first glance. Responsibility is embedded in my actions when free will is at the base of my conscious choices, I believe.
Getting things done, well organised, resourceful and diligent, with great patience. And allow others to do the same. Or not. I’m a builder, not a squatter among ruins and others build their own reality, be it a sandcastle, a straw-bale house or a cottage of quarried stone with a thatched roof. How can we stop the whirring windmills of our mind?
I love the drops of splashing backwater on my face while standing on the bow. That’s just a description of how I prefer to experience the elements. I need to feel the wind and sun in my face and to be touched by life, by people, taught by Gaia and her nature’s beauty, her wisdom and her nurturing quality, in unconditional companionship. It’s why I enjoy making pictures and drawings of nature.
Walking in the empty and remote spaces of Dartmoor or over footpaths through woodland that is largely untouched by people and machines, with gnarled old trees and boulders covered in moss, or walking along the flood mark at sea, picking up pebbles, some with holes in it, feeling the thrill of being a beachcomber, on bare feet without a care in the world. That’s my way of recharging my batteries. How I love to live with the elements. I do enjoy being alive now, learning each day, it’s interesting and intense!
So far my views on life in general and mine at present, Oct. 2018
This text on page 288 of Henry David Thoreau’s book “Walden” sums up my stance in life:
“The surface of the earth is soft and impressible by the feet of men; and so with the paths which the mind travels. How worn and dusty, than, must be the highways of the world, how deep the ruts of tradition and conformity! I did not wish to take a cabin passage, but rather to go before the mast and on the deck of the world, for there I could best see the moonlight amid the mountains. I don not wish to go below now”.
And the note at the start of Thoreau’s “Economy” a chapter in that same book, reflects my present approach to my inner “Mother Superior” while sending her shouts in the cloud:
“I do not propose to write an ode to dejection, but to brag as lustily as chanticleer in the morning, standing on his roost, if only to wake my neighbours up”
Here’s a slideshow with pictures of my short time in Moretonhampstead, early 2018. I hope it’s visible, there seems to be a problem to show it here. If that’s the case, please go to my Dutch page “Hollandse pagina… ” and find the slideshow over there, scrolling down to slightly below the centre of the page.
The highlight of my stay in Moretonhampstead is my volunteering at Proper Job Chagford. Here’s what this recycling re-use project, started in 1995, pioneering, is about http://www.proper-job.org/
Also the saving of a black lamb was memorable, a few weeks old, abandoned in the snow by its mother who didn’t have enough milk to feed two of her own. Also, the heavy snowfall in March 2018, of which I’ve made many pictures during a long Sunday walk to North Bovey. Over the lanes, without hardly a car in sight. I caught the snow by holding my umbrella, which grew heavy with a cap of snow on top!
When it doesn’t show up, go to my YouTube channel here:
And now that we’ve arrived in October 2018? What’s on? Early summer of 2018 I’ve returned to Ashburton, where I lived earlier, in 2017. I live close to the home where I rented a room for 7 months, last year. It was a decision that had to be made, although none of the housemates wanted this. But there was no other way. I’ve enjoyed living in this home much and restored the name of the house on the front door, in gold: Avalon. I’m thinking about what could be a proper name for the house where I live now.
After 3 years living in the UK, I’m more at ease, secured with a long term contract, living as caretaker of a large house and garden. Living on my own again, that is… most of the time. Privacy and a lovely garden to enjoy, with my hammock installed for a pleasant break during my garden work. A hangout or “pied a terre” for family-members of my landlord. Occasionally they visit, or meet up in the home.
After 35 years living on my own, in Holland, sharing homes with others, in England, while adjusting to a different culture, where folks often don’t say what they think or feel, either skilled in creating storms in a tea-cup too, or withdrawn and lethargic, was at times challenging. I doubt if I will ever step into a house-sharing adventure with strangers again.
I cherish solitude and my own space, my private room, plus quietude in the home and in nature. During my first years of moving around, I’ve seen different parts of Devon. I’m happy with the nearness of the sea and the Tamar Valley area with Tavistock, Bere Ferrers with its open river landscape and Calstock, in the S. W. of Devon has its own unique charm. Also Totnes, with the river Dart, plus the area of Dartmouth and King’s Wear, the bright light of Brixham and the coastal path, plus the cliffs of Berry Head. Many miles of coastal paths are waiting to be explored, be it Devon or Cornwall.
I join volunteering work in the community and participate in social events, I’m a craft-woman and artist, creative in many ways. I’m weary of gossip, racist talk coming to the rise before and after Brexit, with fear of foreigners. It’s shocking at times, how poorly informed some people are, while shouting and screaming their opinion, safe in the box with ignorance as company.
As a writer I appreciate quietude much. And also, as is the term nowadays… “me-time” or “cocooning”, to recharge my batteries. By nature I’m a builder, not a squatter among ruins. I’m not running after those who don’t “get me” in an attempt to change their eyes or mind, in order to prove my point and show my true colours. I’m taking care of myself.
I’m an incurable optimist, at times impatient with lethargy and complacency in others, but, ultimately very patient in the efforts I make to create and improve my living conditions and at the same time co-operating in new ways of living together in comfort. I’m a Capricorn, born on New Year’s day. A sure footed goat, who jumps from rock to rock and enjoys the views from great heights, like on the Tors of Dartmoor and high hills.
I send my shouts in the clouds, to wake up and shake the dust out of mouldy ideas and views and to offer food for thought. The initiatives to enrich our lives and how we make use of our abilities, is largely our own choice, in company of our sense of belonging and being at ease, first and foremost with ourselves. How much do we dare to yield our personal power for the better and create a life in well being? Together?
From the lounge on the first floor of the house, I often enjoy the view on the hills to the South, with brown cows or white sheep grazing the slopes. I celebrate the sunrise in summer, during an early hour, in the highest level of the garden, drinking my first mug of coffee, waking up with a view over the roofs, toward the eastern sky. There are many trees, shrubs and stone walls covered with ivy or other growth. Squirls too are jumping from tree to tree, harvesting the hazelnuts. Red robins and sparrows are present too.
I’ve become friends with an elderly lady who offers me apples from her garden, end of the summer. We discuss our history and culture, hers is English and mine is Dutch and she shares her 92 years long life-experience as a nurse and midwife with me. Many a grown up man and woman in town, once were caught by her hands, with a first breath taking cry.
She’s fond of her independence and she knows exactly how she wants her home and garden like she’s become used to have it. It’s hard for her to let go of taking matters in her own hands as a former nurse and midwife, with a strong sense of duty. Cleaning women and carers, nowadays, don’t always show up with diligence and a perceptive attitude, she tells me. She’s concerned for everybody’s comfort except her own.
I witness the carers in my old friend’s home, acting on automatic pilot, saying things that sound hollow because of their not being present in their words. I am amazed at times, about the negligence of basic qualities in domestic care workers. Stress, under-payment and work- pressure tend to kill the skill of presence, creativity and improvisation.
With a Dutch-Frisian background, growing up in the 50’s, with a mother who stayed at home, raising 9 children, including me, her oldest daughter, I’ve learned a few things. Although I am an explorer and curious at heart, even rebellious in asking questions and commenting, my sense of duty and harmony in our home was strong at an early age.
I had to practice self-discipline and the skills of domestic care were taught in those days. Traditions and rules in lifestyle and social traffic were still strong. Amidst a baby boom, the Dutch population worked hard, recovering from WWII. Shut up, do your work!
Monday was for washing, Wednesday for minced meatball-day and Sunday was a resting day, with 2 visits to church. No playing in the street, in our Sunday costume! My mother and us children walked inside the church like a row of geese, 10 in total, to the front pew which had “our names” on it. My father, the 11th goose, was ready to climb the pulpit, after we had settled ourselves and the organ started to play.
We were obliged to show up as role models, for we were a minister’s family. Imagine growing up in a house made of glass: God’s eyes and the eyes of the congregation were upon us. No wonder I was fond of being outdoors, hiding myself in nature! This is my background, born in Holland in a small village near Hook of Holland.
Where I live, I’m fond of walking through the narrow alleys with stone walls, to shops and other destinations, avoiding the main road in Ashburton, with fast driving cars. On my way to my favourite shop, I often meet a cat-friend. She’s outdoors all day, I’m told and she’s got beautiful whiskers. It’s why I gave her the name “Moustache”. When I call her by that name, most often she runs toward me, mewing and purring. Such a compact and healthy furry cat.
Here are a few impressions of Ashburton and its surrounding landscape:
Going back in time, here are a few impressions of Dartmoor, summer/autumn 2016:
A few impressions of Wookey Hole, where caves are. My first year in Somerset, 2015, though I didn’t live in a cave 😉
This lovely green bird flew against my window and sat dazed and concussed for 20 minutes on my terrace. I watched it from a safe distance and had to encourage it to make a move, when it found its bearings again.
It looked at me sideways with a bright eye, moved its wings and…. off it went on its green wings, steady. I felt so relieved, after finding 2 small birds flying against my window to their death. I’ve held them in my hands until they lay silent. It’s a wonder and mystery to me, how small birds, with their fragile structure of bones are able to fly.
See how it looks like near Horrabridge in the South-West of Dartmoor, where I moved to after leaving Wookey Hole in Somerset:
And to end with the, to me prophetic, last words of Henry David Thoreau, in his book Walden: “The light which puts out our eyes is darkness to us. Only that day dawns to which we are awake. There is more day to dawn. The sun is but a morning star.”
Blessed be, Marian.