Monday, July 25, 2022

Slow Ink session 23rd July 2022


Today Adrienne introduced her Noticing our attitude to the Undercurrent practice with a poem "Well of Grief" by David Whyte. 
Bev offered a writing prompt “Grief” by Louise Erdrich

bring yourself stumbling home

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And now for some of 

YOUR WRITING:

Inspired by David Whyte’s The Well of Grief & Louise Erdrich’s Grief
by Kay Ritchie
 
the anaesthetic wearing off
that sweet-sour smell
 
that bitter taste   that sickness &
that distant sound of
 
patients in the ward beyond
breeze-bellied curtains drawn around &
 
the consultant   privilege-plumaged by your bed
who said you’ll never birth a child
 
but you’re alive   you’re lucky
though that isn’t how you felt
 
post operation
soap & razor shaved in preparation
 
cut   stitched   a bikini line he boasted
as if consolation for the loss of life
 
you hadn’t said goodbye to &
that ache   that belly ache
 
that spread to heart & every other part &
never left   your future dreams
 
laments not lucky coins
your flow disturbed by turbulence &
 
chance not choice
your life unmade/remade
 
by his snip snip
the remnants all he left you
 
as you slipped beneath the surface
tried to breathe   relieve the darkness
 
a lost child
and all that you could do was
 
make a wish & bring yourself
alone   stumbling home
 
alone


By the hand, sweetheart
by Denise Steel 

Can I take you, sweetheart, by the hand
bring you to a place of rest
where problems are not yours to solve
and others' grief beyond your help

feel your body warmly there
feel the earth support you
to your mind admit the light
until your thoughts may quietly melt
white as the milk of an almond pressed
white as the milk at your mother's breast
white as the milk of kindness.



Bring yourself stumbling home
by Cap'n Bev

The tower of ring-bound scribbles 
lean dangerously fireward. Come home now 
you hard working, hilarious mechanic. 
The time for flailing about 
in the workshop of the world, 
delightful as it is, 
is finite. 

Come stumbling home now. 
Live beside a fire, behind a pen, among a sunset
under the bracing waters of the waving Atlantic.
And should you run out of stories, head north 
to the lights and the lochs and the islands 
of otherworld song.

Then… there… 
yes then…
 … take a boat.


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Thanks to you all ...

... for your heartening feedback as always! And a particularly big thank you to Giovanna for all her careful reflection on the chat today.

Maggie: If it's okay to ask, what is Lesley’s play, please?
Kay: beautiful Adrienne    thankyou  kx
Adrienne: ❤️
Lesley: Hi Maggie,  I'll paste the blurb for Selkie Soul that was on a CCA recently.  We are hoping to perform it at The Scottish Storytelling Centre and a few other theatres around Scotland.  I'll keep Bev and the Blog updated with any new dates. "A unique exploration based upon Scottish folk tales of seals and the sea told through the spectacular aerial choreography of aerial acrobat Lauren Jamieson (Sonder Circus) and the music, poetry, and storytelling of folk band, Kittlin, contemplating themes of soul theft, loss, longing and return to one’s spiritual home". https://www.villagestorytelling.org.uk/festival/event/selkie-soul/
Giovanna: Thanks Adrienne, I really needed that today
Adrienne: ❤️
Bev: bring yourself stumbling home
Giovanna: Bex - “sometimes you need to place your own arms around your own shoulders"
Giovanna: Yvonne - “stop, breathe gently, and allow the memories…”
Giovanna: Jo - “like stones have weight, become obstacles”
Giovanna: Cath      - “rest beside hope, sleep is rest”
Giovanna: Bev - “the light and the loch and the island….”
Giovanna: Jo Beth - “she views a dangerous world" “it is better to be alone than risk misinterpretation, her emotions wild”
Denise: Very moving, Jo Beth
Yvonne: Thank you all again. A beautiful morning.. xxx
Denise: Giovanna - the pulse and shift
Lesley: Beautiful, Giovanna.
Giovanna: Denise - “to a place of rest, where problems are not yours to solve” “your mind admits the light”
Giovanna: Maggie - “each confluence flows free on its wild way"
Giovanna: Lesley - “it's a battle to find the best way home" “freezing me in the position of lost" “soak up the contours of his wisdom”
Giovanna: Fenella - “you have the resources to catch and hold on to safety”
Giovanna: Kay - all of it, every. single. word. πŸ™πŸΎπŸ™πŸΎπŸ™πŸΎπŸ™πŸΎ
Giovanna: ❤️
Lesley: Kay, a very powerful piece. x
Denise: So powerful, dear Kay, you allow us to live it with you.
Giovanna: Sorry all, I need to go. Thank you so much for all of this X
Lesley: thanks everyone, another wonderful session. Sorry I need to go. xx
Denise: So glad we got to hear that, Mike!
Maggie: Thank you, everyone.
Denise: Thank you everyone for a wonderful and centring morning.x
Kay: wonderful session    thankyou everyone  kx
Linda: Thanks everyone. Such a moving session. Xxx


Thanks to funders
Lapidus Scotland gratefully acknowledges the support of Glasgow City Health and Social Care Partnership's "Wellbeing for Longer in Glasgow Fund" (managed by Impact Funding Partners).

Tuesday, July 19, 2022

Slow Ink session 16th July 2022

 

 



































Adrienne gave us a new practice today (no recording yet I'm afraid): Mindfulness through the senses.
She introduced the session with the poem "Just for now" by Danna Faulds.

Bev took a writing prompt find the source from the poem "Some rules for walking the river" by Shantiketu:


Some rules for walking the river

Set off as soon as you can: 
this afternoon
or next Tuesday at the latest.

Find the source
and head downstream
or start where freshwater
merges with the sea.

Pay tribute to the local deities
using the proper form of words.

Cross every bridge.
Don’t rely on maps.

Carry a set of dice
to use at any confluence.

Sometimes it really is OK
to let things drift.


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And now for some of 

YOUR WRITING:

inspired by Dana Fauld's Just For Now & Shantiketu's Some Rules for Walking the River
by Kay Ritchie
 
there is impermanence in everything
our Warhol moments or
 
Van Gogh's empty chair   no-one there or
Collette's Willi-stolen jotter-scribbled stories  or
 
the shadowlands  
vanished into air   dissolved   devoured
 
Trellech   nosy-mole-unearthed
Wharram Percy   lost to plague
 
Dunwich   swallowed by the sea
just one great gulp & now adrift
 
its eery echoes
8 once-church bells tolling loss
 
no nightingale   just whale song
drift wood   sea glass
 
alas
there is impermanence in everything


Breathe out what ever keeps you from the truth 
by Mike Brown

Which or what truth? 
The truth of destruction
Desolate landscapes, inner and outer
The truth of pain and illness and uncertainty 

At times I want to hide from this truth
The truth of ignorance 
Sometimes its blissful 
Most of the time it's exhausting

But when I soften into this truth, put my ear against it
I can feel the warmth of the cat sitting on my toes, while I'm sitting, meditating
I can hear the young seagulls squawking on the tenement roofs
Calling out to their new and fresh world

When I soften into this truth
I know that just under this desolate landscape
there lurk endless seeds of hope

And when I soften and drift into this truth 
I know it to be the river of truth that merges into the great sea of infinite light and stars 

And my body softens, breaths 
I'm here, now
In the source 

And a couple of Cap'n Bev recommendations:

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Thanks to you all ...

... for your heartening feedback as always!

Giovanna: Morning all, I have my hair in a turban and toast so will spare you my image until I’m a bit more presentable! 😊
Doreen: Joyce I love your stained glass (wave)
Britt: @ Giovanna We're pro turban. < 3
Giovanna: πŸ˜πŸ›€πŸ½
Giovanna: Wonderful, thanks Adrienne
Bev: The memorial service for Sally will take place on Friday 22nd July at 2:00pm at Wellington Church, Glasgow. It will be streamed on the Wellington YouTube Channel. If coming, please wear bright clothing (at the request of the family, recognising Mum’s dress sense). You are welcome to join us afterwards in the church hall for light refreshments. We know that Mum had a vast network, please do pass this invitation on, and apologies if you had already been informed. With kind regards, Mark, Stephen & Jackie
Joyce Nicholson: thank you Adrienne x
Kay: beautiful thankyou Adrienne   x
Giovanna: I'll need to nip off at 11.30 all, sorry I won't hear everyone
Bev: find the source
Denise: I misssed the prompt?
Britt: So much wisdom in those lines... Wish I could hear it again?
Giovanna: Bex - “thanking the trees for letting me pass" such beautiful beautiful images
Britt: Bex, your piece made me realise how I think nature is the fanciest most majestic manifestation too.
Doreen: Thank you Giovanna hearing your poem helped me finish my piece
Britt: That last line would be a great prompt too!!
Giovanna: Joyce - “... are only a thought a way” “the velvet indigo turquoise” that last line! 🌈
Giovanna: Doreen - I hope you're next so I can hear it
Britt: It was a chakra exercise!!
Giovanna: Jo - “household gods must be appeased like river deities"
Britt: Love the waffle drift!!
Giovanna: So sorry I have to leave, will look forward to reading the blog. 🌈
Britt: bye Giovanna!!
Giovanna: Doreen - “streaming from and to truth" “courage… through and with fear" I'd love to hear it or read it again
Britt: Same!!!
Britt: Another one with so much wisdom in every line.
Doreen: Kay that was lovely and the last line was its crowning glory.
Joyce: Kay please can we read this  - amazing !
Britt: Yes, please!
Doreen: Yes please encore Kay please
Bex: 'm going to head now folks, sorry but I need to sort the dogs out before I get the bus! Lovely lovely poems thank you everyone x
Britt: I totally get you, Yvonne and Jo Beth and Mike!
Maggie: 'hich
Maggie: Which, or what truth...
Kay: a beautiful session   thanks to everyone  kx
Yvonne: What a wonderful morning thank you all. Jo Beth, you gave me confidence to read aloud and i thank you. X


Thanks to funders
Lapidus Scotland gratefully acknowledges the support of Glasgow City Health and Social Care Partnership's "Wellbeing for Longer in Glasgow Fund" (managed by Impact Funding Partners).


Tuesday, July 12, 2022

Slow Ink session 9th July 2022



Today Adrienne introduced her Memories of Kindness practice with a poem "The Gift" by Rabindranath Tagore 
Bev took a writing prompt from the poem "Binsey Poplars" by Gerard Manley Hopkins

these aspens dear

Writers were invited to invoke their own special trees (or anything else) and find a positive approach to the timelessness of their memory. We also tapped the knowledge of some our literary professionals on screen to explore the transition to free verse that took place in the 21st century - just look through our chat! This exploration was prompted by the current dramatisation of 
Patrick Gale's "Mother's Boy", currently being broadcast on BBC


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And now for some of 

YOUR WRITING:

inspired by Rabindranath Tagore's Gift & Gerard Manley Hopkin's Binsey Poplars
by Kate Ritchie
 
as days slide down the side of
this man-made world
I’ve become an absence
clawed by seas   gnawed by waves
no more miserable mornings
monthly menstruations
mysterious mucous   mess or
menopause
 
my womb   a subterranean room  
a long-ago garden
filled with wilted wreathes
where ghosts now float &
gems have lost their lustre
so I marvel at what flowed from

Forugh’s ink-stained hands
her blood-stained words
all love & lust
a sorceress
punished for her passion
but her voice   her name   remain
a gift   a friend   a right
a light whose lamp will never dim

Kate's Roses

Roses
by Kate Lindsay

my roses dear first grew
when my mother was near
her essence heralded
by their heady heavy blooms
this year, each tiny thorn pricking 
the pain that’s ever there
reminding us 
we have her courage 
when facing our fear

My Woods dear

My Woods dear
by Bonbon

My Woods dear
My secret place
With change - came new!
My Woods dear so dear to me
The winding paths that take me on my daily wanders
The smells rise up to tickle my nose, the earth, its woody soil, wild garlic and trees, all stop me in my tracks to breath in life around me
I smile and look up to the sky, and then laugh , thinking that if id been seen by  a stranger how crazy id appear, but that only makes me smile and laugh again
This daily, weekly growth makes my woods a new joy each journey as my feet take me a wandering , Deer stalking, owl watching, or chatting to twitchers, photographers or dog walkers like me , It turns a good day into a happy and  special day
Alone in my woods, but never alone as I’m surrounded by the sounds and smells of Mother Nature who wraps her arms around me every day.

Bev's Limes

My Limes Dear
by Cap’n Bev

These towering two limes at the back of our house
are just five feet short of our garden. They wantonly rooted 
in the recreational ground, the “reckie”,
so I could not say nay if the council should come one desperate day 
to cut them and stump them and take them away 
lest they or their branches should windily fall 
on a phone line, a fence or a roof. 

But the trees don't care. They wave their boughs through the air 
in a ballroom of blue or a blur of rain grey, 
and in winter take turns to sprint or delay 
in the losing or leafing, their great goodness of green
so sharing their feeding deep down in the brown
of the ground, in the sand and the clay.

Some mornings, if we rise in the soft part of dawn,
it seems they stretch out with the gentlest of reach
to touch, to twindle at the very edge of their form
to hold branches in secret then silent let go.
They busy themselves with the blow and the grow,
the doing of trees till the tryst of the dawn is lost in the rush
and we wonder if we dreamt it in the blur of the mist.

Linda's homage to one of Charles Goodrich’s poems  ‘Vacuuming Spiders’ 




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Thanks to you all ...

... for your heartening feedback as always!



Aileen: aw sorry to hear you are not well Angie
Kay: sorry angie   hope you'll be ok   kx
Britt: Good that you've been able to find your own way to be here, Angie. Hope you feel better soon.
Angie: thank you xx
Doreen: What is free verse?
Aileen: poems without a particular structure that they stick to
Doreen: Thanks Aileen
Jo: google ... how to write a free verse poem: writing poetry without fixed form
Maggie: 'The Poetry Toolbox' is currently required reading in 'Poetry and Poetics' at Uni. of Glasgow. I would not particularly recommend it, but it is useful when looking at different genres of poetry.
Maggie: Correction -  re - book title. It is 'The Poetry Toolkit', Rhian Williams, publisher Bloomsbury. Therein (p. 124)regarding 'Forms' -  FREE VERSE' is defined as: 'Poetry arranged according to content and rhetoric and not by rules of metre or rhyme'.
Joyce: thank you Adrienne xx
Giovanna: thanks Adrienne ❤️
Doreen: Sorry my camera was on through out mindfulness
Doreen: I second Giovanna thanks
Sheila: Thank you Adrienne
Adrienne: ❤️
Giovanna: Hi all, I would suggest The Poetry Toolkit too, for simply having somewhere to spring off from if you like to look back before you write forward. .
Giovanna: There's also James Fenton's An introduction to English Poetry, which is far friendlier and has plenty to say in a digestible way.
Giovanna: I really love the Nine Arches book The Craft, which features a series of essays by contemporary writers on poetic forms/making poems/poetic craft meeting real life and more. These are written by working writers and I got more from this book that the two above.
Giovanna: I'm off topic a little now but really wanted to recommend If you want to Write by Brenda Ueland (which I will return one day Aileen, I promise) and the newly published So Long as You Write by Dear Damsels. Both are full of open-armed welcome to the new and aspiring writer and make you feel like you can do this! Giov
Aileen: Haha I totally forgot I lent that to you Giovanna
Maggie: Thanks Giovanna, I hope to explore these friendly recommendations. (And agree, that The Poetry Toolkit' might be suggested as somewhere to spring off from)
Giovanna: I’m slightly mortified Aileen! 😳
Giovanna: Bev, I say you in person the other night and you looked wonderful!
Aileen: it's ok, it was intended as a long term loan
Britt: And this actually dovetails nicely with another point I wanted to make about the transition to free form poetry: I once heard from a very talented poet that, as a teacher of English, etc., she thought the only people who were allowed to write poetry legitimately were the likes of Shakespeare, etc. so she had never allowed herself to write poetry. But clearly, poetry is much richer without the structures and strictures. Thank goodness for free form opening and inclusion and all the rich voices in poetry!!
Giovanna: Thank goodness Aileen!
Fenella: Bev you should visit glen Affric! I was there this week. And try Scotland the big picture later!
Giovanna: CCCCCCC
Joyce Nicholson: inchnadamph bone caves in Assynt  have bones of Arctic fox, wolf, lynx, brown bear and even Polar bear xx
Giovanna: oooooooh
Britt: this is so interesting. How good wildness is for everything...
Giovanna: Linda - “the clouds peer even closer, I can't find my umbrella to shield me from what's to come”
Britt: we're so glad you're here, Linda!
Giovanna: Can you put that in the chat Britt? Please?
Britt: I'll try!!!
Giovanna: Lesley - “so many creatures whoop…..”
Britt: wow- I love the rhymes!!!
Giovanna: Kate - the rhyming! Oh gads this is beautiful
Linda Sandeman: Thank you everyone for your encouragement xxx
Giovanna: I'd love to see/hear/read that again Kate
Lesley: Beautiful Kate.
Giovanna: Doreen - “I also reach the window on their world” “that I fear to face without my shield”
Britt: so many lovely lines, Doreen. arch and ache. and links throughout the poem.
Britt: bravery grows bravery.
Linda Sandeman: So pleased it helped Doreen xxx
Giovanna: Jo Beth - “like a fly shut in the mind, desperately looking to escape" “someone shows them kindness”
Giovanna: Britt - “solutions that do not solve" wonder what comes into the quiet"
Aileen: beautiful
Britt: Jo- epic!
Giovanna: Jo - “cities old arboreal might”
Britt: I hope everyone submits their pieces for the blog. I want to read them all again.
Giovanna: Cath - “only the silence feels its presence"
Britt: definitely need to see that one again, Cath!
Giovanna: Mike - “so kindness came alive" “what is kindness without gentleness”
Britt: Mike- LOVED THAT. An instruction in kindness.
Aileen: their beauty lies in the wilting
Britt: i need that on my wall.
Denise: Beautiful piece, Mike. The deep dark mud of time and hope and love.
Giovanna: I'll need to leave in 5 all, work calls. Sorry to miss anyone's words
Denise: Lovely rhythm too , Mike.
Aileen: So powerful Giovanna
Denise: Very honest, very real
Giovanna: I really do need to go, I will hover as long as I can but thank you all so much
Giovanna: Denise - “to winter bare, when only sculptures finger air" all so gorgeous!!
Britt: Denise- wow!
Lesley: Beautiful Denise, loved the rhythm too
Giovanna: Joyce - "the radical nature of inter-being, welcome them all in with gratitude"
Denise: confiscate and eviscerate your planning!
Lesley: loved the rhymes Joyce
Denise: kindness as the great undoing - all fabulous
Giovanna: Helen - “a sacrement and ours to bestow” beautiful words
Britt: Gosh, I need to read all of these again!!
Denise: the song that calls me back to..
Giovanna: Aileen - "sometimes getting lost is part of the process" it's like a holiday listening to you
Giovanna: Maggie - “lost branches of kindness"
Lesley: wow, Aileen, loved that..the contrast of the water finding it's on path with our own path...all beautiful
Giovanna: Another wonderful morning, thank you everyone πŸ₯°
Yvonne: Thank you everyone - xxx
Kay: absolutely beautiful   thankyou everyone kx 
Jan: My line has dropped. Sorry not to hear the others reading.... Please thank everyone for me.


Thanks to funders
Lapidus Scotland gratefully acknowledges the support of Glasgow City Health and Social Care Partnership's "Wellbeing for Longer in Glasgow Fund" (managed by Impact Funding Partners).




Saturday, July 9, 2022

Farewell to Sally


The memorial service for Sally will take place on Friday 22nd July at 2:00pm at Wellington Church, Glasgow. It will be streamed on the Wellington YouTube Channel. If coming, please wear bright clothing (at the request of the family, recognising Mum’s dress sense). You are welcome to join us afterwards in the church hall for light refreshments. We know that Mum had a vast network, please do pass this invitation on, and apologies if you had already been informed. With kind regards, Mark, Stephen & Jackie

The passing of Sally Beaumont on 9th June 2022 has left a sad echo in our sessions where we could count on her, even as she battled with her health, to contribute distilled and pithy wisdom in the form of her short pieces of writing. The family have been kind enough to give us her Mindfulness and Writing notebook and I include a pondering below. In the notebook there are attentive notes about our other writers' pieces and names...

Sally's memorial service is Friday 22 July at 2.00pm in Wellington Church, University Avenue.
Sally always promised Cap'n Bev she'd send something in for the blog; here is the last entry in her notebook, dated 22nd April 2022





































Last of the Light
by Sally Beaumont ~ inspired by Toby Litt's "Hare"
 
nothing to do
nothing without the awareness of truth 
but with the awareness 
nothing becomes everything 
the women, the men, the many 
displaying their age 
the slump, the grumping, the stumbling 
even the trumpeting of inanities 
helps us to settle in the here and now 
in the last of the light 
with love