Wabi-Sabi of boat

Our old boat Eileen is a project that’s never likely to be completed. In my minds-eye there are grand designs and the hope that the ‘next big push’ will move it towards some degree of completeness – but it never actually happens. Time’s not on my side and life gets in the way. There’s just too much distraction and not enough daylight as the boat’s located just too far from home to make an evening’s work on it viable. Still, that’s not to say we can’t enjoy it’s rough-&-ready incompleteness. We can indulge in ‘glamping’ afloat perhaps, shabby-chic without the chic and, over time, we’ve cobbled together a camping stove and sleeping bag ‘make-do and mend’ mindset that works. The threadbare space, the unfinished rough-edges being seen as an antidote to slickness. The boat’s concrete materiality is a refreshing change from the temptations of the virtual world.

This year we’ve not been able to get a-boat as much as I’d like. This picture-post is about when we did and for a few days enjoyed the wabi-sabi of the boat

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Are ‘Wishing Stones’ 21st C ‘Stone Books’?

The Beauty Things introduced me to stone books. Some are crude whilst others are beautifully carved and inlaid. Many dated from the late 1800s/early 1900s and have the words Bible or Holy Bible carved into them. A few are inscribed with names.

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Writing Re-visited: Attentiveness


The following quotes are taken from The Water Road by Paul Gogarty.

Will I live differently when I get home? I doubt it. I’ll clear out the cupboards and shift it to Oxfam and then try to resist replacing it. I’ll try to go more slowly – as Sebastian de Grazia declared in 1962, ‘Perhaps you can judge the inner health of a land by the capacity of its people to do nothing – to lie abed musing, to amble about aimlessly, to sit having a coffee – because whoever can do nothing, letting his thoughts go where they may, must be at peace with himself.’ I’ll use the bike more in preference to the car. I’ll try to stay in the present and focus on the task in hand. And I will fail. In London I drive and am driven. But I will get away to the water as often as I can to renew myself because I know so much depends upon the red wheelbarrow glazed with rainwater beside the white chickens*. pg. 327-28

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Writing Re-visited: Solitude

True solitude is a din of birdsong, seething leaves, whirling colours, or a clamour of tracks in the snow.

~Edward Hoagland

In a time of anxiety, doubt, demand and fear how do we find ways to cope with the gloom-laden pressures of our lives? How do we encourage a sense that we’re still pulling some of the strings rather than becoming a puppet of circumstance.

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