11. Sep, 2014

How selfless is nature? How selfish are we?

What a lovely way to spend an afternoon, scrumping for apples up on the moors.

            As I scrumped away, beneath a canopy of twisted and gnarled branches, it was easy to see where it got its name from! This amazing crab apple tree which is probably 100 years old, still offers its fruits and leaves, not only to me, but to the caterpillars and moths, such as the green pug and the Chinese character, and eyed hawk-moth. Then there’s the bees and not forgetting the crows, the thrushes and the blackbirds, that eat the fruit. And when the autumn comes the fallen apples become an excellent source of food for foxes and badgers, mice and voles.

       On a more romantic note, the fruit of the crab apple tree has been linked to love. All you have to do is throw a few pips into a fire and say the name of the person of your dreams; if the pips explode it is a sign of true love. Even Shakespeare referred to crab apples in Love’s Labour Lost and A midsummer Night’s Dream.  So stories of these apples go back a long time.

       For me, as I walked away with my basket full of apples, I turned and looked back at the tree. You ask for nothing, I thought, and yet you give so much. You stand there alone, digging your roots into the earth and stretching your branches towards the sun. How selfless is nature? How selfish are we?

10. Sep, 2014

'To seek, to strive, to find and not to yield!’

On March 7th 1876 in a cottage on Gower, not far from out home for waifs and strays, a remarkable baby was born. And although he lived for just 36 years, this brave young man made a huge footprint in our history.

     Edgar Evans was the son of Charles Evans, one of the famous ‘Cape Horner’s’ that sailed through the notorious Southern Ocean and the Cape Horn to get to South America. Is it no wonder that his son should follow in his footsteps and seek a job at sea.

     When Edgar was 11, the ill fated Helvetia foundered in Rhossili Bay not far from where he lived. Did this also fuel thoughts of adventures for Edgar Evans?

      By the age of 15, and to the disappointment of his parents, Edgar had joined the Navy. At 18, due to his excellence, he was transferred to the largest battleship in existence, the HMS Majestic. It was on this ship that he met Lieutenant Falcon Scott and Edgar was soon given command of the British Antarctic Expedition.  This was the beginning of a long friendship with Scott and the Antarctic which lasted until their terrible death in 1912, on their return from the South Pole.

      On a memorial tablet at Rhossili, on the Gower Peninsular, the last line from  Lord Tennyson’s poem (Ulysses) reads ‘To seek, to strive, to find and not to yield!’ Edgar Evans, a boy from Gower, did indeed, seek and found adventure and fought to the bitter and painful end.

9. Sep, 2014

What peace there is in silence

Almost always, when I stroll across the beach on an early morning I recite bits of ‘Desiderata’ the prose poem by the largely unknown American writer Max Ehrmann. The Latin meaning ‘desired things’ always makes me wonder of the simpler things in life, the simpler things we take for granted. Those that have followed my tales will know that the way I live is largely due to my father’s simplistic expectations of his own life.

      ‘Remember what peace there is in silence!’ My father could have written those words himself. Although a colourful and eccentric character, he often retreated into his own world where he sought comfort from silence. I do the same thing but usually through writing or whilst walking through the valley towards the sea.

      In 1927, Mr Ehrmann wrote the words ‘Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are a vexation to the spirit.’ I smile at these words as I stroll across the beach and hear the wild and aggressive waves and loud and aggressive gulls. But somehow this kind of aggression is different. It is part of nature and has the potential to calm the stressful mind. But, I can see where he is coming from; I guess most of you can!

      ‘But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.’ Again, these words were written by Mr Ehrmann in 1927, many years later, my father said them to me.

      ‘Don’t worry so much,’ he said frowning down at me as I carried the world upon my shoulders. ‘Be gentle with yourself and let the world unfold the way it’s meant to.’ I can hear him now!

      So many wise words are in this poem, which hangs in the bathroom of our home for waifs and strays. So many people have asked me for a copy, to do the very same thing.  Perhaps you would like a copy also....  

‘Desiderata’

“Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons.

Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even the dull and the ignorant; they too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter; for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.

Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.

Exercise caution in your business affairs; for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals; and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself. Especially, do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth.

Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.

Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be, and whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul. With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.”

 

8. Sep, 2014

All about sea stars!

Imagine squeezing your stomach out through your mouth and into a takeaway box. Imagine then, your stomach digesting the food before you slide your stomach back into your own body...that is what a sea star (star fish) does at meal times. It is like something out of a science fiction film!

     Walking along the beach yesterday morning, I found this little fellow turned upside down on the beach, its tubular feet (which are filled with water) waved wildly up at me, trying desperately to turn over to save himself from the seagulls that hunted the shoreline.

      These animals, yes, they are indeed animals and not fish (they don’t have gills, scales or fins!) come in all sorts of colours, shapes and sizes. However, unlike us, they run entirely on water! There isn’t a drop of blood in their bodies. But at the tip of each arm, you will find a wee little eye. It cannot see much but it can sense light and dark.

       Their family tree consists of around 2,000 species of sea stars plus the sand dollars, the sea urchins, the sea cucumber and the sun star. This means that their body plan has five sections (or multiples thereof) arranged around a central disk.  However, the sun star has up to 40 arms.

       When we are threatened or frightened, we will often run but the sea star will drop an arm or two, knowing that within a year, it will grow another. How amazing is nature?

       And so, back on the beach with my kind and unassuming husband and my dear sister, we scooped the tiny sea star up and slipped him back into the water. We smiled as he hurried off on another adventure in the big blue sea.

8. Sep, 2014

Music in your blood!

An amazing thing happened on the ward this evening, as I worked a late shift. The dimly lit corridor was brought to life, not by light, but with music that I instantly recognized and thought for a moment that someone had their television turned up to the highest notch, but I was wrong.

     Stepping out onto the ward, I listened to see where the music was coming from. It sent shivers up my spine. It was a song, sung in welsh and one that my father often sang to me when I was just a child. In that moment, I was that child again and longed to see my father standing there smiling back at me. But he had died a long time ago!

       So I followed the voice which had risen to a crescendo and had aroused the curiosity of some of the patients.

       The voice was coming from a room at the far end of the corridor and standing in front of the closed door, I was almost reluctant to knock and disrupt the music. It was incredible.   

        But I knocked and opened the door and watched in amazement, as a patient belted out the old welsh song ‘We’ll keep a welcome in the hillside’ his eyes shut fast and his fists flashing about as if conducting an orchestra. I waited for him to finish before giving an exaggerated cough and a genuine smile. This was returned, with the added apology which I said was not necessary.

         I closed the door gently behind me as I left the room and everyone was delighted when his voice echoed through the ward once again.

          He eventually slept and so, I guess did all the other patients, with their own memories of days gone by.  

 

Far away a voice is calling
Bells of memory chime
Come home again, come home again
They call through the oceans of time

We'll keep a welcome in the hillsides,
We'll keep a welcome in the Vales.
This land you knew will still be singing,
When you come home again to Wales.

This land of song will keep a welcome,
And with a love that never fails.
We'll kiss away each hour of hiraeth,
When you come home again to Wales.

We'll keep a welcome in the hillsides,
We'll keep a welcome in the Vales.
This land you knew will still be singing,
When you come home again to Wales.

This land of song will keep a welcome,
And with a love that never fails.
We'll kiss away each hour of hiraeth,
When you come home again to Wales.

We'll kiss away each hour of hiraeth
When you come home again to Wales

Never forget you’re Welsh!