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I saw this angel overlooking George Square in Glasgow…….got me thinking about angels and one of my favourite films of all time – Wim Wender’s “Wings of Desire”. If you haven’t seen it, you might have seen the US re-make which was called “City of Angels”.
What I love about this movie is how it is a celebration of the wonder of being human. It tells the story of angels watching over people in Berlin (the original movie does, anyway). One of the angels longs for the opportunity to experience what human beings can experience, and he gets his wish, falls to earth and becomes human. His wonder at the range of physical sensations, his connection to others and his longing for love are portrayed wonderfully. It’s that “emerveillement” I’ve posted about recently.
If you’ve never seen it, you’ve missed something. The original is in German but is readily available with English subtitles.

When preparing this post, I stumbled across this fanvid on youtube, where someone has set some scenes from Wings of Desire to Nick Cave’s “Into my arms”. It works.

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Wallace Monument in the mist

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Stirling, Scotland, where I was born is dominated by a beautiful Castle.

Stirling Castle and Ochils

I saw a news item on the BBC recently which announced the hanging, in the Chapel Royal within the Castle, of the latest tapestry in the series “The Hunting of the Unicorn”, so I decided to go and see the unicorn for myself. As part of a project to restore the Palace in the Castle, Historic Scotland has commissioned the weaving of a series of tapestries depicting a unicorn. James VI and I’s mother, Mary Queen of Scots, and her mother Marie of Guise were known to have such tapestries hanging in the Palace but the originals have long since disappeared. To give visitors an impression of life in the Castle in the 16th and 17th centuries, a team of weavers are making copies of a famous set of unicorn tapestries from that period. The original medieval set, known as “The Hunting of the Unicorn”, can be seen in the Cloisters in New York.

The new tapestries are hung in the Chapel Royal for now, while the Palace is restored (all the tapestries should be complete by the time the Palace refurbishment in complete in 2011).

Chapel Stirling Castle

Hunting the Unicorn

The Unicorn

Unicorns are very familiar creatures to Scots. King Robert III was the first to use the unicorn in the Royal insignia, and the Stuart kings developed the motif further using both rampant unicorns on heraldic emblems and producing silver coins with the unicorn stamped on them. It was James VI and I who brought together the Scottish unicorn and the English lion when he became king of both countries. So it’s not hard to find unicorns in Scotland. They’re on flags, stone carvings, painted insignia, they stand proud on the tops of buildings and adorn many monuments.

Let me tell you a little of what I’ve discovered about the mythology and the symbolism of the unicorn, and, in particular, of the unicorn stories represented in the tapestries.

The unicorn was believed to be so wild that it could not be hunted and captured, except by using a maiden, or virgin. To capture a unicorn you’d bring a maiden into the forest and the unicorn would come and lay its head on her lap and fall asleep. Only then could you capture it. “The Hunting of the Unicorn” series depicts the unicorn like a stag being hunted, but strangely ends with the last one I’ve photographed above where the unicorn is alive, its wounds seemingly not to have harmed it, enclosed in a garden and chained by a golden chain to a pomegranate tree. There are two common readings of this story. The first claims that the story represents the Passion of Christ from his birth to his cruxifixion, and the second claims that the unicorn is the lover, the hunters are love and the maiden is the beloved. In this latter interpretation, the lover is wounded by love (but the wounds, like Cupid’s arrows, don’t kill), and is captured by his beloved to whom he is then married (the symbol of the pomegranate tree). This second interpretation is, I think, especially interesting. It tells us about the wild, free, passionate one, becoming captured and tamed by (bound to) the maiden (who as the Virgin, or Madonna, represents unconditional love).

If you take these interpretations of the tapestries, then look at another unicorn tapestry series which is in the Musee de Cluny in Paris – “La Dame a la Licorne” – which depicts the maiden with a unicorn in six tapestries, one each representing a sense, taste, sight, touch, smell, hearing and the sixth entitled “A Mon Seul Desir” (where the maiden places her necklace in a casket), I think the overall effect is really very interesting.

Could these tapestries be telling us something about psychology? You could easily see the unicorn as wild passion, especially when placed next to each of the five senses. In fact, if you look at the panel “Touch” in the Cluny series, it’s not difficult to see the unicorn’s horn from a Freudian perspective! Does the unicorn represent the libidinous ID? And is the Virgin, the source and symbol of unconditional love, the Superego? If so, and if we accept Saint-Exupery’s use of the term “taming” in his “Little Prince” which is about forming a bond, then the final panel in “The Hunt” really shows us the potential of a healthy, realistic ego – the union of the passions with love.

OK, so that last paragraph is what woke me up at 5am this morning, and I’m not entirely sure what I think about it yet, but there is it is. I thought I’d share it with you. If these wonderful works of art and craft teach us that our goal should be to live a life of passion and unconditional love then I’d recommend we all go unicorn hunting!

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You’ve probably read somewhere the advice that you live today as if it were your last day on Earth. It’s a common counsel, and it’s supposed to get you to better appreciate the present. The argument goes that we tend to live unconsciously (like zombies), dreaming about better tomorrows or ruminating over worse yesterdays, and if we would only wake up (like heroes), and appreciate our moments of living as we live them, then our quality of life would be increased. We would be more alive to this present moment.

Certainly it’s true that if you were to think about how you might choose to spend today then you may well make different choices if you knew you had less time left to live than you had previously assumed. Some people make this an explicit exercise and consciously influence their choices on the basis of an assumption that this really is the last year they have to live. It’s something of this idea behind the movie, The Bucket List (Jack Nicholson and Morgan Freeman) – what would you put on your list to do before you “kick the bucket”?

The French philosopher, Pierre Hadot, writes about this in his “N’oublie pas de vivre”, but takes it to another level, I think. He suggests you reflect at the end of each day and see if you can say “Today, I have lived”, or “Today, I’ve had all the pleasure I could have hoped for” (he means in the context of this day, not the whole of life). In other words, knowing that you will never live this day ever again, can you say you have lived it fully? It’s about understanding just how precious this day is, and then being grateful for it. This is where he then takes the idea to a different level by combining it with the concept of “emerveillement” – of wonder and amazement. As well as living this day fully as if it were your last opportunity to do so (which it is!), approach the day as if you’d never lived it before (which you haven’t!). This latter concept is about not losing what we all had as children where the ordinary everyday was filled with wonder, where tastes were new, colours, shapes and sounds were whole worlds to be explored.

I think this is a powerful combination of concepts which can increase the intensity of the present, and in so doing, make us feel more alive.

Live life consciously, engaging with every day as if it were your first and your last, because, this really is your first and your last chance to experience today!

Rainbow over the Carse

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Ivy

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I woke up this morning and looked outside. Thick fog. I couldn’t see more than a couple of hundred yards. Everything I could see was covered in white, icy frost. Brrr…… How horrid! At least it’s Sunday, and I can stay warm and cosy, tucked up inside my house!

Then I thought, hang on a minute, bet there are some amazing photos I could take out there. So I got wrapped up nice and warm, picked up my D70, and headed out along the country lane. Here’s some of the things I saw..

a frozen web……

frosty web

ice frozen onto the wire of a fence turning it into razor wire……

razor ice

how ice doesn’t form symmetrically on a leaf….

bearded leaf!

and how it doesn’t form symmetrically on a berry….

frozen particles on the berries

the amazing patterns it makes when puddles freeze…..

patterns on the puddles

the trees at the foot of the castle turning into a Christmas card….

Back Walk Stirling

frosted oak leaves……

oak leaves

frozen roses with thorns of ice growing out of their petals……

frozen roses

and, on this St Andrew’s Day, Robert Burns, covered in frozen webs….

Robert Burns statue

I’m glad I went out and took a walk.

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evening clouds

  • The Celtic mind adored the light……….We need a light that has retained its kinship with the darkness. For we are sons and daughters of the darkness and of the light.
  • Every thought that you have is a flint moment, a spark of light from your inner darkness.
  • All creativity awakens at this primal threshold where light and darkness test and bless each other.
  • Light is the secret presence of the divine. It keeps life awake.
  • Light is a nurturing presence, which calls forth warmth and color in nature.

All quotes from “Anam Cara”, by John O’Donohue. (ISBN 0-06-092943-X)

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Platform 3 rainy morning

I took this photo while standing on a cold, wet platform waiting for a train to take me to work.
This is not an unusual experience. It’s not a rare experience. It’s very easy to bury your head into your shoulders, stand and shiver, and just wish you were somewhere else.

This year I’ve been reading some contemporary French philosophers, Jean-Philippe Ravoux, Pierre Hadot, and Bertrand Vergely. I’ve not read much, but both in interviews they’ve given and in the few books of theirs which I’ve read, I’ve found that they all three mention two common concepts. The two concepts are captured by these two French words – “quotidien” and “emerveillement”.

Quotidien means daily, but not just in the sense of “daily paper”, or “daily bread”, but in the sense of the “everyday”, of daily life. You’ve probably read a lot about the importance of living in the present. It’s certainly a common theme in Eastern philosophy, but it’s also a very common theme in the work of Western self-help writers and psychologists. Both the concept of the present, and that of the “quotidien”, concentrate us on a period of time – the period of time in which we are most alive. I find the concept of the present a little tricky. It’s very hard to pin down. You only have to breathe out and the present has already become the past. So we tend to stretch the boundaries of the present outwards from a moment to a period of time lasting maybe a few minutes, or hours, or even a day or number of days. The more we stretch the boundaries though, the more what we call the present loses its power. I like the French term, “quotidien”. It’s a period of time I can grasp. It’s today. Every day. It’s the time period in which we are alive, our conscious time, the time when we can act.

The second word, “emerveillement”, is about an attitude towards something. It means a state of wonder, of marvel, even of amazement, or awe. Probably the best way to understand this is to think about the way children engage with the world. Young children find the world a fascinating place. Think of how much fun a child can have even with the packaging in which a present is given. The world really is an amazing place. Ceaselessly fascinating. It’s just that on a day to day basis we slip into autopilot, and as we stumble through our days like zombies, our lives literally pass us by.

So here’s the alternative. Today, this very day, let something catch your attention, and just pause for a moment and wonder. That’s what I did as I stood on that windy, rainy platform. I noticed the lights and the way they reflected on the concrete and the rails. I noticed the row of lamps on the opposite platform, and their reflections stretching into the distance. And I saw the green light glowing at the end of the platform, signalling GO. Green for go. Green, the signal to start. The day was beginning. Another amazing day.

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Heading south

Looked up to see what the noise was……..

Heading south

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My favourite Christmas lights are up and glowing again in Glasgow – this is Royal Exchange Square, where the Gallery of Modern Art is, and where you’ll find one of the loveliest Borders bookstores in the world!

glasgow

glasgow

I know these lights are very simple and maybe they don’t even look spectacular but I can tell you the experience of walking underneath them is really something else! Fabulous!

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