And Now for Something Completely Different

Scenes from the Passion:  The Fall  by George Shaw  1999  courtesy Wilkinson Gallery London

Was it Spike Milligan or  Monty Python 

who coined the title's catch phrase?

Whichever it was was on to a winner

because that's just how life is.

From minute to minute something new.

Each moment offering challenge or relief.

Light or shade.

Somebody once commented that the constant element

in each of my paintings was that 

counterpoint between light and dark.

She obviously saw something I wasn't aware of 

because for me I had always thought it was as simple as 

the need for tonal contrast,

whether the work is abstract or representational.

As in art, in life though,

as has been said so many times.

Without the dark passages we could hardly appreciate

or fully experience

the joy of the light.

Which brings me on to the painting at the head of the blog.

Couple of days ago I left hubby to his own devices

with a promise from him that he would behave

and not do more than the prescribed stuff for his stage of recovery. 

Reassured, I went off to meet a friend for coffee,

and then on to view the most wonderful exhibition

of George Shaw paintings.

You may not know his work, 

or that he was born here in Coventry,

and that his work is shortlisted for the Turner Prize.

The exhibition consists of work done 

both before and after his formal art education,

and they are all depictions, in Humbrol enamel paint, 

(the sort you use to paint model aircraft and suchlike),

 of the estate he was brought up on.

The work is full of that edgy, gritty, atmosphere 

that still pervades that particular area today,

and even where some of the buildings have been replaced

you can recognise where the vantage point for the painting was.

I could go on and on about the technical elements of the work,

but it is the portrayal of light which is so superb.

Sometimes the light broods, and hovers ominously,

and you know you are between lights.

Is it dawn, or dusk?

Is there a storm still brewing, or just gone?

At other times as in this work called

"Scenes from the Passion:  The Fall", 

a scene of almost unremitting grimness is lifted by

the glorious luminosity of the light.

Alas this this little JPEG can't do it justice.

Somehow for me,

(and you would expect me to say this wouldn't you?),

his work portrays not just 

the light that sometimes hides from us 

in the grind of life and living;

but also

the numinous;

that sense of the divine that

hovers and broods over us,

and waits with us,

and for us,

and in us.

As with any true artist he opens our eyes, 

and passing through our familiar places

we will never see them quite the same again.  

***

If you ever get a chance to see his work" in the flesh", do go!

In the mean time if you want to see a small sample of the other work in the exhibition, you can click on

http://www.theherbert.org/resources/files/A5_6ppGSPT_Layout_2.pdf

But be patient 'cos it takes a while to load, 

and be aware that one of the works was painted in the bedroom he shared with his brother when he was still at school.

God Bless

I do thank those of you who sent your comments on the last piece, which I didn't publish because of their personal nature, but WERE appreciated. 

I do treasure you taking the time to get back to me.

If you would like to open out a discussion on this, or any of the other pages, please do. 

Any and all of your comments are more than welcome.

Changing Direction

Woke up this morning with a weight on my mind, and in my stomach. 

It was the heaviness of worries for folk I love, 

and knowing I've done the very little I can do to help, 

which hardly made a mark on the whole situation.

Sometimes it's as if  before I can even engage a waking thought 

anxiety has knotted my stomach and I feel heavy to the depth of myself. 

This morning before I know it I'm spilling this stuff out

to pollute hubby's waking moments as well.

I'm on a roll now, 

so I am seeing not only the problem as it is, 

but how it will grow;

it's effects for the future.

Cacthing myself in this worry fest which has now

reached crystal ball-reading proportions 

I reach for morning prayer.

I re-direct my gaze.

The text contains the words:

" I will sing for ever of your love, O Lord,
My lips shall proclaim your faithfulness."

All too often I forget to recount the immensity of the good life holds,

so I re-wind to regain all that is good in this morning.

From the comfort and safety of our home, 

to those other things which I have somehow lost sight of in those waking moments, 

there is so much to remark upon; 

(literally to note and bring back to my view).

 Hubby is doing well,

and it being the tenth day after his operation, has had his clips out yesterday.

(This is when the application of a heavy mallet to the cranium might become necessary

because he is feeling bored and looking for 

"something to do").

I have had increased strength and energy,

and have accomplished lots in the last week which I would have thought beyond me.

That crystal ball can get things so wrong you know!

These are the" biggies" that come to mind first,
but they are only part of the daily goodies that are the warp and weft of our lives.

I turn the eyes of my heart to the One who has woven our lives

with threads of richness and plenty 

when humanly speaking we might have had no reason to hope, 

and given up again and again.

Now I am reminded of His faithfulness.

Now I am ready to pray with faith,

and to believe that the fog of unbelief and doubt that clouded my vision

are as nothing to the love God has for us.

I can even raise my voice,
(the voice I could have lost in the last surgery I had, but didn't.),

and sing along with Delirious.

Praying you aren't as suseptible to the"dumps" as I am,

and you can fill your weekend with moments of song, 

and store up what will be re-markable in your life too.

God Bless

Keeping Fit My Way

You may not be familiar with the articles on the left.

They are a pair of anti embolism socks, and they are issued  when you have surgery here in the U.K.

You put these on before surgery,

and have an anticoagulant injection

every day you are in hospital 

after your operation and keep the stockings on for some ten days.

  This is to reduce the risk of
developing deep vein thrombosis.

All well and good,

but to be effective these stockings have to fit

closer than a second skin

and are very difficult to get on.

A handy hint from the hospital 

is to slide them on over a plastic bag 

and then remove the plastic bag

through the open hole under the foot.

Sound simple?

Today, because hubby can't shower or get into a bath post op.

because the wound in his back has to be kept dry,

in addition to his usual ablutions we thought 

it would feel refreshing to let his feet have a nice soak

in a bowl of water, so off came the socks.

Along with the other restrictions

he isn't supposed to bend, twist, or reach too much,

so of course I had to put the socks back on him.

Although we used the plastic bag trick I would say that,

even though I don't have much experience wrestling pigs,

getting those socks back on him was something along those lines.

By the time I got them back on him I not only felt

as though I'd wrestled a pig,

but that the pig had won!

Still, hubby's a nice clean boy now, 

and I don't need to go to the gym!

If you want a blast from the past try this video of Olivia Newton John singing
"Let's Get Physical"
with positively no pig wrestling involved.

God Bless

Never too Late to Learn + Couple of Important Lines Added

My dear hubby came home just 24 hours after his operation. 

Too soon really but in any event 

praise God, he appears to be making a good recovery.

It is strange that for the first time I am the carer

and he,

(the extrovert who finds it hard to survive without people, talk and activity),

is the one having to stay

just a little bit aside from the action.

Not an easy place to be for either of us.

  There are lessons we both have to learn.

An "interesting" time!

After almost 50 years of marriage
we are still testing each other.

Having our spats. 

Trying to make ourselves heard.

Attempting to really listen.

Getting exasperated.

Giving each other a hug.

Seeing the funny side.

Exercising patience.

Re-acting quicker.

Offering new gestures of gentleness.

Exploring unaccustomed toughness.

Giving space to each other

whilst remaining one flesh.

Unbelievably even as I typed those words I had to leap up
and stop him trying to pull a large lounge chair 
across the room, thus breaking all the taboos
for somebody who has had his type of surgery
just 5 days ago.

It may not always seem the case but how good that 

opposites do attract!

God Bless

P.S.   After  posting this I realised what it was about our relationship that I really wanted to say, and just two lines seemed to say it. 
I wonder can you spot the added  ones, and if they are the ones which you find think most helpful in your relationship if you have a life partner.
Maybe your needs and way of making things work are totally different?

Good News in the Morning

This has been a time of intense peaks and troughs for us.

After months of pain from a trapped nerve 

hubby had a date for the necessary neurosurgery 

week before last.

A matter of only hours after the date was given him

he had a phone call to say that due to an " anomaly" 

on one of his test, surgery could not go ahead,

and an appointment with an anaesthetist was made

to decide how to go on from there.

We were mystified, 

as hubby's general health has always been excellent.

It turned out that the anaesthetist was mystified too.

He looked at results,
read outs,
and traces,
and examined hubby.

He consulted with others anaesthetists.

The verdict was there was nothing to indicate any reason why surgery could not have gone ahead.

Relief, but  "tis'mystery all!"

Within the hour of returning home

hubby has a new operation date

and we are in business again.

The next day I sat in the same room as I had with hubby 

to hear the anaesthetist's verdict on him,

to hear another anaesthetist go over the plans for my own forthcoming surgery by epidural. 

He was very intent I should have the full picture,

with timings and stages of preparation,

and even showed me the size of epidural needle 

and what emergency measures would be in place at each stage.

That's what you get for throwing a curve ball in the recovery room as I did back in May.

If it's possible to come away reassured and scared stiff

at one and the same time, 

I did.

 Then yesterday I left hubby at the hospital to have his surgery,

and staggered home exhausted from

the "will they won't they" game that always

seems to be part of the wait. 

  If there is an emergency somewhere along the line,
then staff and theatre priorities may mean you go home 

without your operation being performed.

I waited all day for news and at last got the green light 

that I could go visit when he got back from theatre 

at about 7.30 p.m.,exactly 12 hours after he was admitted. 

Thankfully my son-in-law drove me and my daughterto the hospital 
because I was beginning to realise how far my own convalescence from that op. back in May still had to go.

I was really running out of steam by the time I spied him 

propped up in his hospital bay.

I needn't go into details but our half hour or so on the ward 

with him was not an easy one,

and we left quite upset.

The ward sister rang me some time after we got home

and our conversation did nothing to reassure us

accept that we knew from it the staff 

were caring and dedicated folk.

He seemed in good hands.

After the family left I sat and focused on the safe hands 

I return to again and again, 

and weary as I was decided to settle my fuddled brain 

by praying the evening office set for the day.

I followed Compline on-line, 

and was brought up short by the words of Psalm 143,

"Let me hear good news in the morning,
for I trust in you."

So exactly my thoughts. 

  I don't recognise the translation 
of David's prayer, 

which sounds more familiar to me as ,

"Show me your loving kindness in the morning, ..."

but undeniably these words are what my heart longs for.

Good news from the hospital.

I spent a restless night, and made a grab for the bedside phone almost as soon as it began to ring this morning.

I could not believe that the voice at the other end was hubby's.

I took a few minutes to take in all he said.

The good news I asked for the night before took me by surprise.

Utterly.

How can things have changed so quickly!

As soon as he was off the line I rang our daughter 
who was equally incredulous,

and equally as relieved.

Though there is the inevitable journey of healing 

to be gone through, he has come through this part successly.

 I know that our cry for "good news" 

is not always answered as clearly or as quickly

as it would seem this prayer of mine was. 

For me there was great reassurance

even as I read the words of the psalm 
and made them my own,

for in so doing I was reminded

in whom it was I placed my trust.

Thus taken back to a place of faith

I knew there would be strength enough to face

whatever would come.
And this, surely,
is the ultimate good news that each of us need.

"Let me hear good news in the morning,
for I trust in you."

God Bless

P.S. The photos are shots of the wild flower meadow in my beloved park as they look today, despite the fact that it is November.  Lots of colour and beauty in the midst of the tangle of what's dying off. - another lesson?

The Radiance of Wonder

"God does not die when we cease to believe in a personal deity, 

but we die 

on the day when our lives cease to be illuminated

by the steady radiance, renewed daily, 

of a wonder, 

the source of which is beyond all reason."

Dag Hammarskjold

May the scales of boredom and not "seeing",

  fall from our eyes this week,

and the eyes of our hearts  be opened

to the miracle that is life.

God Bless

Bonfire Night

Tonight is Bonfire Night 

but we are tucked up by the fireside as befits us

as things are at the moment.

On Monday we will know 

if is there is a hospital bed available

for hubby's operation to ease the trapped nerve in his back, 

so we are cozying up together and taking things easy.

To be more accurate

I'm trying to make him take things a bit easier

and rest up in preparation.

Outside we can hear the crackle and bang of fireworks,

and though as a child I was frightened of it all, 

I must admit that I would love to be at a bonfire party

"oohing" and "aahing",

and sharing baked potato snacks and ginger parkin. 

Oh well, perhaps next year.

There may be no fireworks in my garden tonight

but there are the reds and golds of the leaves,

and this little mock Catherine wheel

at the heart of an iris

which seems to have lost track of what time of year it is.

Have a weekend full of colour, warmth,

and rest, ready for next week.

God Bless

Rainbows in Unexpected Places

Today hubby called me to 

"Come quick while it's still here!"

There against the garage wall were two mini rainbows.

The spangled spectrum of colour,
red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo and violet,
fell shimmering and quivering at our feet.

We knew it was the result of refracted sun light 

glancing down through the gathered raindrops 
on the transparent corrugated sheets

of our car-port roof,

but the transient colours were

no less to be wondered at for that.

Happy as clams we stood for several moments

looking at the treasure at our feet, 

and remembering the scriptural promise.

(Genesis 9:13–17)

"I do set my bow in the cloud, and it shall be for a token of a covenant between me and the earth. And it shall come to pass, when I bring a cloud over the earth, that the bow shall be seen in the cloud: And I will remember my covenant, which is between me and you and every living creature of all flesh; and the waters shall no more become a flood to destroy all flesh. And the bow shall be in the cloud; and I will look upon it, that I may remember the everlasting covenant between God and every living creature of all flesh that is upon the earth. And God said unto Noah, This is the token of the covenant, which I have established between me and all flesh that is upon the earth".

Looking up

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rainbow
I found many faiths and cultures
attach significance to this beautiful phenomena.

I remember a television program on the use of light in art 

showing some remarkable windows designed to

throw glorious rainbow colours
on to the walls and floors
of a building in America.
(I so wish I could remember where it was).

  The  native Americans of the area were shown

visiting the place specifically to "bathe" themselves in the

rich spectrum of colour, 

believing in the deep healing properties 

of the play of light they took into themselves.

Like them,we see the rainbow light as a sign of

  blessing and love.

You will see how "our" rainbow 

has settled over a crack  in the concrete

amidst the broken bits and pieces 

that settle from the comings and goings of life. 

I confess I was in need of that reminder

that God's love watches over us wherever we are 

and whatever the other outward signs may be.

Today if you, or those you love and have care for, 

are feeling the brokenness and fissures of life, 

I pray you may receive fresh encouragement,

and the strength of knowing 

that you are neither alone nor forgotten.

God Bless
 

To give yourself an instant injection of joy
if you like gospel music

listen to Mahalia Jackson 

sing "God Put the Rainbow in the Sky"

If Blogger refuses to upload the video to hear it go to

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oa79YcLriI0

P.S.  I wonder do you know where that building with the wonderful light spectrum filled windows are?

I seem to remember it may have been near the Mojave desert,

and it may have been the Mojave Indians

who soaked themselves in rainbow light.

Fun with Photos

The little white flowers 

of the winter clematis 

have once more transformed our garden arch 

into a bridal affair.

This is only it's second year 

but as it gets more established it produces more blooms so 

even hubby has noticed 

it's charms.

I wanted to enhance my photos by digitally painting

some blue sky as a background 

but got totally seduced by the effects I could obtain on the free editing suite on

http://www.picnik.com/

(I can't afford Photoshop).

This is what I produced

by playing around! 

As a character from the

t.v. show "Miranda" would say,

( you have to hear the impeccably cut glass English accent 

for the full effect),

"Such fun!" 

God Bless