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rose

Of course, an ordinary passerby would think my rose looked just like you. But my rose, all on her own, is more important than all of you together, since she’s the one I’ve watered. Since she’s the one I put under glass, since she’s the one I sheltered behind the screen. Since she’s the one for whom I killed the caterpillars (except the two or three butterflies). Since she’s the one I listened to when she complained, or when she boasted, or even sometimes when she said nothing at all. Since she’s my rose.
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince

A rose….but not just any rose.

Saint-Exupéry writes about a rose which the Little Prince cares for, and also writes about a fox with whom he forms a personal relationship. When talking about the fox, he uses the word “taming”, but in both cases he is describing the creation of personal relationships.

For each and every one of us, we experience life personally. We experience everything from our own, unique, subjective viewpoint. As we do that, we form particular, personal connections. You and others will feel differently about particular places, particular creatures, even particular trees and flowers.

It’s the same for us with people. The more we connect to someone, the more special we feel they are to us.

It seems to me that this is one of the best ways to improve the quality of our lives – make connections, form caring bonds…..make life personal.

 

 

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last blossom

Strolling through Cognac yesterday along the banks of the Charente, we saw this cherry blossom. It’s the last blossom on the tree, and maybe the last cherry blossom I’ll see this year.

Zooming in showed a delicate thread created by a spider

hanging by a thread

“Hanging by a thread”, I thought.

Today becomes yesterday faster than we expect.

This moment becomes that moment in the blink of an eye.

This moment, this very moment, right now, won’t last and it won’t be coming back.

The ancient Greek philosophers proposed two exercises to improve the quality of life. We can sum them as “first and last”.

The first part of that is to remind yourself that every experience you have today is going to be unique. It might have many similarities to experiences you’ve had in the past, but, in reality, the experiences you have today will be yours for the very first time. You will never before have had the conversations you are going to have today. You will meet people you’ve never met before….even the ones who are familiar to you will have changed a bit since the last time you met. Every plant you see, sound you hear, scent you smell is for the first time. Yes, there may be many previous events or occurrences which seem very similar, but actually your experience today, this very moment, has never come around before. It’s a first.

The second part is the part which came to mind when I saw this cherry blossom. Because change is the only constant, every single moment you experience today will only happen once. This is your one and only chance to fully experiences the moments of today.

If you knew that this is the very last time you will experience today, wouldn’t you make sure you make the most of it? Wouldn’t you “seize the day”?

Well, it is the last time.

We talk a lot about living in the present, but the present is so fleeting. It’s so quickly replaced by another present. I like that. It means that every present moment is brand new. Every present moment is mine to experience for the very first time. And it’s mine to experience for the very last too. So, I won’t let it pass me by without noticing, without savouring, relishing, enjoying, immersing myself in, delighting in, being curious about, exploring, engaging with…….[add your own verbs here]…….loving this first and last moment.

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seedweb

In “Deux Idées de Bonheur”, Luis Sepúlveda says that he’s come to understand that happiness and wellbeing are a web or network of relationships, between ourselves and others, between ourselves and what is around us, between ourselves and Nature.

I like that. It seems very true to me. We all exist with an intricate and infinite web of connections. None of us exist without any relationships. We all have, or have had parents, we’ve all encountered many, many others over the course of our lives, people we’ve been taught by, looked after by, friends, rivals, people we are related to through genes and marriages. We all live our every day lives in a web of others who produce, transport, prepare and sell the food we eat. Others who make the clothes we wear, who make every object we handle in an ordinary day. We live with others with whom we share our stories, co-create our values, our purposes, our reasons to get up every morning.

And we are in an intimate and unceasing relationship of exchange of energy, information and substances with the natural environment. The air, the water, the soil, the way we work the land, change the landscapes, warm the atmosphere around the Earth.

The other dimension of these vast webs is time. Our lives are all like stories….we are continually describing and telling the present as it emerges from our personal and our shared past, and which, moment by moment, is already in the process of becoming the future.

Happiness and wellbeing are not states, not independent, self-sustaining, isolated characteristics or “data points” to be measured. They are experiences which emerge out of a web of moments, within a network of connected people and events.

They are qualities of life, not permanently present, but always in the process of creation, like an intricate cloth of threads woven across lifetimes.

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present.jpg

In “The Book of Tea” the present is described as “the moving infinite”. When I heard that phrase this morning an image appeared in my mind. It was an image of an “eye-beam”, like the beam of light from a lighthouse, but a symbolic beam running from my eye to the point of focus of my vision. This eye-beam was ranging over the surface the sea, skimming over the waves.

We often hear about “living in the present”, or “in the now”, but of course there is no such “thing” as the present. What I mean by that is there is no such object. The present isn’t a series of frames in a video or a movie running past us so fast it gives the appearance of movement. It isn’t made up of discrete fixed states. It flows. It contains the past from which it emerges and the future it becomes.

I often think of that when I take a photograph.

Look at these beautiful waves breaking on the sand in the photo above. It feels like capturing the present…..at least for a moment. But, of course, it doesn’t capture anything. When my finger presses on the shutter release button, I and my camera create something new. This image.

“Live in the present” is actually another way of say “live with awareness”.

What I really like to do is be aware of where I am casting my eye-beams, and asking myself, what am I going to create with what my vision reveals?

It’s this interplay of awareness and creation which allows me to share a moment with you.

Thank you for sharing your presents.

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shells

Here are a few shells we found on a beach recently.

One of the ways we see the world is by looking for similarities. See how these different shells have certain similarities – if you wanted to, you could classify them according to one or two of their characteristics.

We do that with people too.

In fact, I think there’s way too much of that approach in the world today. We look for some similarity, label it, classify it, and then stop seeing the individual. You could look at that photo and say, oh yes, shells. And move on. Or you could cluster together the ones which have similar shapes, and move on.

Iain McGilchrist, in his “Divided Brain”, shows us how we use our left cerebral hemisphere to do that. It’s a fantastic tool for spotting similarities, and for classifying things according to what is already familiar. Fortunately we have another cerebral hemisphere, the right, which seems to have a completely different set of priorities. It notices uniqueness, sees the connections and contexts of whatever we are looking at, and prioritises a more holistic appreciation of what makes something different.

I reckon this is particularly important when it comes to people.

You are unique.

You have certain similarities with others but there is not another person alive who is exactly the same as you. Nobody has the same story that you do. Nobody has the same particular connections to others, to places and to events, that you do.

And you know what’s even more amazing? There has never been another person in the whole history of this planet who is exactly the same as you. There never will be.

I was very lucky to do the work I did. Every patient I met was unique. Every person had a different story to tell. Nobody was the same as anyone else. I think that reinforced the importance of the right hemisphere approach for me.

What are you going to do with your uniqueness? What are you going to notice, how are you going to respond, what choices are going to make, what story are you going to tell?

 

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charente

I was born in the town of Stirling, in the middle of Scotland’s Central Belt. So, for most of the first couple of decades of my life I lived near the River Forth. When you look down on the River Forth from Stirling Castle you see it winding and snaking its way east. I twists and turns the way a vine grows. Some of the loops almost join up as if they are trying to create small islands. Old maps show that the exact route of the river has changed many times over the centuries.

Rivers are like that. They never stay the same.

For most of my next two decades I lived in Edinburgh….next to the River Forth. But by the time it reaches Edinburgh the River Forth has grown and changed out of all recognition. It no longer curls and winds its way. By now it’s become the “Firth of Forth” and has two (soon to be three) huge bridges spanning it, connecting Lothian to Fife. It’s hard to fully understand that the river which passes by Stirling and Edinburgh is actually the same river.

Rivers are like that. They change as they cross the land from the hills to the sea.

After my Edinburgh days, I spent the best part of the next couple of decades near the River Clyde. I traveled to work by train every day and looked out at the Clyde as the train passed Partick. Before my time those banks of the Clyde were covered with shipyards and docks. By the time I was passing by all that had gone. The Clyde wasn’t the great shipbuilding river any more.

Rivers are like that. They serve different purposes as societies and economies change.

Now I’m near where I took that photo at the top of this post. That’s the River Charente as it flows through Cognac in France. The Charente is said around here to be a relaxed river. It flows pretty calmly and steadily, influencing the whole way of life here.

Rivers are like that. They influence our lives.

I often think of rivers. How do you pin down the identity of a river? As Heraclitus said you can’t step in the same river twice, because the water which flows by is literally different water minute by minute. So if we can’t define a river by its water, can we define it by its boundaries, its banks? But they change too. Some not so much, some quite a lot.

I think we are all a bit like rivers. Life flows through us, changing our cells, our fluids and our structures day by day. We are bounded in some way by where our bodies meet the rest of the world. But these surfaces are constantly changing.

How do we retain our identity? Much as the River Forth has changed so much in the time it takes to meander from Stirling to Edinburgh, so do I change as I grow from my first two decades to the next two. Yet I still feel I have the same identity. It’s just that everything about me has changed.

Well, I wonder how much of the next two decades I’ll spend near the Charente?

Or will some other river beckon?

How about you? Which rivers mean the most to you?

 

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marqueyssac

When I stumbled across this arched pathway in Marqueyssac Gardens in the Dordogne in France, I recalled the Fushimi Inari Shrine just outside Kyoto, Japan.

fushimi inari

Then in another part of the Marqueyssac Gardens I came across these heads….

heads marqueyssac

and their quirkiness, humour and installation amongst the trees reminded me of a visit years ago to the Otagi Nenbutsuji Shrine near Arashiyima in Japan.

otagi nenbutsuji arashiyima

Echoes of similarity between East and West but oh, how different!

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FRANCE CAVE DRAWINGS

Part of Lascaux famed cave drawings are photographed in southwest France, during a rare visit, Friday, July 25, 2008. Clusters of black fungus have been spreading over the drawings said scientists in 2007. The stains were the latest biological threat to the Lascaux cave drawings, which were discovered in 1940 and are considered one of the finest examples of prehistoric art. Carbon-dating suggests the murals of bulls, felines and other images were created between 15,000 and 17,500 years ago in the caves near Montignac, in the Dordogne region. In 1963, after green algae and other damage appeared, the caves were closed to the public. Only scientists and a few others are allowed to enter at certain times. (AP Photo/Pierre Andrieu, Pool)

I recently visited the Lascaux caves which are about a three hour drive from where I’m living now. I’d heard of them but I hadn’t realised they were as close as this.

You’ll see from that photo above, which isn’t mine, that the incredible wall art in the caves was deteriorating quickly due to the effects of fungi and carbon dioxide brought in by visiting tourists, so the government closed the caves to preserve them and did something astonishing.

They built an exact replica of part of the cave network, faithful down to 5mm, using teams of artists to recreate the artwork using the same kinds of pigments used by the original artists on artificial cave walls.

The caves were discovered in 1940 when a group of boys were exploring a forest. A storm had blown down some trees and one of the fallen trees had opened up a hole in the ground under its roots. Their dog disappeared down the hole so they went after it, quickly realising it was a tunnel into caves. After retrieving their dog, they went back home and got lamps, returning to squeeze along the dark tunnel until it opened up into a cave. Can you imagine how astonished they were when the light from their flames lit up the huge paintings of bulls, bison, cows, horses and deer which covered the walls and ceiling of the cave?

There was a lot more down there than what the boys found in the first cave. The paintings are thought to have been created up to 18,000 years ago and had remained, perfectly preserved, once the cave network was sealed off by the forest.

Lots of questions immediately spring to mind – how did they manage to paint such life-like depictions of animals under the ground in the darkness using just small lamps for light? They covered not only the walls but the ceilings. How did they get up there? They used the contours of the cave walls to make their paintings seem three dimensional. How did they have the imagination and the skill to do that? And WHY? Why did they put so much time and effort into the creation of this fabulous art?

It didn’t take long before the effects of thousands of visitors started to degrade the art work so the government sealed it off and created Lascaux 2, a replica. If you click through on that link you’ll go to an interactive tour of the re-creation.

So, I went down the stone steps with a couple of dozen other visitors and a guide. In the ante-room after the great doors were pulled closed, our eyes adjusted to the low level of light and the guide talked us through the story of the discovery of the Lascaux caves and the creation of Lascaux 2. Then he opened the far doors and we all squeezed down a narrow passageway between rough walls of rock. The passageway opened up into the Hall of the Bulls, so called because of the four, almost life size paintings of bulls which completely cover the ceiling of the cave.

He switched off the lights and lit a cigarette lighter. As the small, single flame cast its faint light up onto the walls and ceiling you could swear the animals were moving. It was quite cold down there and without artificial light it would be pitch dark.

We spend the best part of an hour exploring the cave and hearing about the different paintings.

So, you’re thinking. You just visited a replica? How did that feel?

You know what? It was magical. I thought it might be a bit Disney-like, but it wasn’t. You know what it was like? It was like standing in the middle of an art installation. That’s exactly what the replica is. It’s a work of art designed to communicate to you something of the experience of the artists. And that’s what this replica represents, isn’t it? A work of art. Created by unknown artists almost 18,000 years ago….

So there it is…one work of art, touching the viewer, stirring some kind of feelings which the artists had after they’d been inspired in a similar way by other artists, long gone, who left these astonishing creations.

Here’s my final thought. Isn’t it just wonderful that we humans create art? Not for a sum of money, fame, or some utility, but to…..what? Interpret our world? Interact with our world? Make sense of our world? Express ourselves, just because we can?

 

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book exchange

I was in the beautiful village of Sarlat La Canéda recently and stumbled across this glass box in the middle of the town. As you can see, it’s a book exchange. The two words, for those of you who don’t speak French, are “give” and “receive”.

Isn’t that a wonderful idea? Anyone is free to leave any book they’d like to give away, and/or to pick up a book which has been left by someone else.

This the second time I’ve come across this idea in France. A few months ago I saw this in Bordeaux, right next to a tram stop….

book sharing

Same idea, but using a wooden case rather than a metal one, and without any words on the glass indicating what it’s for.

What a lovely idea. I tend to hang on to books forever, but maybe if I could let go of any of them, I should pop some into a display like this somewhere….but thing is, most of my books are in English and I live in France now!

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mulberry

The other day I was sitting outside enjoying some Spring sunshine when I noticed the strong shadows of the mulberry tree.

It struck me that the pattern of the branches was probably very similar to that of the root system under the soil. “As above, so below”, as the old saying goes….

I also enjoyed just looking at the patterns. There is something very beautiful about this branching pattern we see everywhere in Nature, isn’t there?

Then I realised I’d focused on the shadows rather than on the branches of the tree itself, and that brought back to mind Plato’s Allegory of the Cave. Do you know it? Here’s a link for you to explore it further. Or watch this video from the fabulous “School of Life” –

 

The prisoner who is dragged out into the light comes to know the shadows are re-presentations of reality, but I’ve often thought it’s a shame that when he returned to the cave, he couldn’t see the shadows any more. Shadows, after all, can be both beautiful and quite enlightening!

 

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