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#1343 theoldmortuary ponders.

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Morning mist and sticky heat. The Tidal Pool at Devils Point.

The sea mist was genuinely as dense as this first thing this morning, the borrowed light simply a reflection of the early morning sun, obscured, by mist, behind me. But the heat of the morning was uncomfortably sticky under the naturally occurring parasol. I have pondered a bit about the mystical, mythological stories linked to this area. Mostly because of my what3words discovery of yesterday.

My most regular spot for getting into the sea has this as it’s what3words location.

Allows.Wizard.Rival

I am quite charmed to think that there is a benign Sea Wizard allowing me to dump my troubles(rivals) into the sea each time I dip.

For no particular reason I checked the what3words location where I was standing to take this mornings pool picture.

Lush. Wonderfully. String. Not particularly relevant at first glance, but the drone shot clearly shows the wonderfully lush lawns of a local tennis club, and then for me there is a string. I am lucky enough to often work inside that club and also be there for entirely enjoyable reasons.

I love the simple pleasure of finding a what3words location that resonates personally

#1344 theoldmortuary ponders.

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I pinched this poster from a Glastonbury Festival web page. Something about it caught my eye, but for the life of me I can’t quite identify what it is.

My best guess is the stylised butterfly and the designs similarity to a Brasso tin.

Brasso was my paternal grandparents idea of a good time for their only grandchild.

“What shall we do with her while she is here?”

“Lets get the Brasso out and then after that we can play Scrabble”

Hours passed, spoons were shined. Scrabble was played with no consideration given to the differences in our ages or vocabularies. Beyond that I read books that I had brought with me or lost myself in the concise encyclopaedias on their bookshelves. They had a television, I never experienced it being turned on. At the end of their period of caring I was either collected by my dad or sent home to walk home via the roads or via the fields of two conjoined farms that were between their home and mine.

I was taught to achieve this journey, safely by my grandfather who would accompany me to start with and then gradually once he was confident that I knew where I was going he did less and less of the journey with me. Ultimately just waving me off either at the front gate or the style at the top of their property which led to the meadows and pastures of the countryside that circled the small market town where we all lived.

Their ‘no frills’ grandparenting style taught me the power of one.

I can’t say that beyond that I have achieved the promise of the poster. I have only ever made little things happen and any movements I have started have not changed the world significantly. But also I don’t think I have done too much harm. Which is a good thing, but hardly the sort of statement that sits well on a poster.

#1340 theoldmortuary ponders.

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How important is spirituality in your life?

I would say spirituality is one of the great intangibles. It presents in so many ways. I have no idea where I sit on the spirituality spectrum. Nowhere near the elite end, but probably more spiritual than a broad bean.

Proof of how intangible spirituality is I looked up the broad bean only to discover that it is quite the Spiritual Legume.

Broad beans, also known as fava beans, have a complex symbolic history, particularly in relation to death and the afterlife. While not universally considered spiritual, they have been associated with funerary rituals and the belief that they contain the souls of the deceased in some cultures. However, other traditions view them as symbols of resurrection, good luck, or even royalty. 

Here’s a more detailed look:

Symbolism related to death and the underworld:

  • Ancient Greeks and Romans:Believed broad beans were linked to the underworld due to their long roots and the black spots on their flowers, which were seen as a connection between the world of the living and the dead. 
  • Funerary rituals:Broad beans were sometimes spread over tombs to provide peace to the deceased. 
  • Fave dei morti:In some traditions, like those in Italy, small cakes shaped like broad beans (but not actually made of them) are eaten on All Souls’ Day, symbolizing “beans of the dead”. 
  • Soul wind:Some believed that eating broad beans released the soul wind through the body. 

Symbolism related to resurrection and reincarnation:

  • Growth:The bean’s upward growth from the earth can be seen as a symbol of resurrection and spiritual awakening.
  • Rebirth:Some traditions view beans as symbols of reincarnation, where the seed contains a dormant soul waiting to be reborn. 

Other symbolic meanings:

  • Good luck:In some traditions, like 17th and 18th century Britain, broad beans were associated with good luck, sometimes found in cakes like the Twelfth Night cake. 
  • Royalty:In traditions like the Portuguese king cake, a bean inside the cake signifies the person who gets to provide the next cake. 
  • Magic:Broad beans are also mentioned in folklore as having magical properties, such as warding off ghosts or even being connected to witches. 
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Research is a fabulous thing. I have just learned that Fava beans are Broad Beans. I had no idea, but I also discovered that spirituality-wise I am exactly a  broad bean.

  • Broad beans are not considered universally spiritual.
  • Sometimes I suffer from ‘Soul Wind’
  • Will I ever be able to say the Lord’s Prayer without thinking? ” Our Fava”.

I have been enlightened.

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*The Buddha with the fractured skull lives in our yard and has lived in my last three gardens.

She was a regular,uninjured, deity until a freak mini tornado in South London picked her up and tossed her against a garage wall. Her left Temporal bone was caved in. An earthly rather than spiritual injury.

Instantly she was turned from a peaceful piece of garden adornment into a unique planter. Her scars and missing bits of skull are covered by plants as she lays serenely in our yard.

#1324 theoldmortuary ponders.

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Our yard. Sharp Shadows from washing on the line.

Pondering, mulling.

Obviously I am an addicted ponderer. It is the beating heart of this blog and for me is both creative and endlessly fascinating.

Mulling on the other hand is a much less lightweight, pleasurable task. Mulling however is every bit as essential for me.

The two thinking techniques are closely related. I have always been a ponderer, I started young, in Reference Libraries. As I edged into adulthood, worries and problems could not always  be pondered into a solution. Sometimes more serious and better targeted thinking is required. Mulling moved into my life.

Recently, away from this blog I have had to do a lot of mulling on the behalf of an organisation that I help to manage.

My Mulling team, confidentiality guaranteed.

All organisations, whatever their title are essentially about people.  My recent mullings have taken me to places I never imagined I would need to explore. Despite the importance of mulling it uses much the same mental muscles as pondering. And for me the creative, familiar places where I choose to ponder have proved to be equally suitable for mulling.

1.Dull domestic tasks.

2.Dog walks

3. Yardening in the yard.

Staring at the laundry whilst thinking.

Just one stark difference between pondering and mulling.

Pondering rarely keeps me awake at night.

Mulling in the Dark. Weather permitting.

#1282 theoldmortuary ponders.

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© Jenny Tsang

Oh the loveliness of concatination, and having friends in High Places. This shot from a TV shows my friend Jenny, standing on the outside walkway of the lighthouse on Plymouth Hoe. A T.V crew getting a much better view of the goings on at the Hoe yesterday than I did. She watched the T.V in case she was on, and she snapped this pic.

She and I were chattering because I was suspicious that I had also caught her up a lighthouse in one of my meddled photographs. ( A sentence I never expected to write)

‘I caught my friend up a lighthouse’

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It is lovely when serendipity and concatination come together.

Then on my way home nature got all serendipitous. Look at this beautiful pansy making the most of a difficult location. Now just as I went to the Hoe and saw nothing yesterday,my pansy growing is not the most successful, slugs believe I am their artisan food producer. But leave a pansy out of my direct control and they manage very nicely just growing away in a drain.

Serendipity is a wonderful thing.

Concatination equally so.

#1273 theoldmortuary ponders.

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What is your favorite holiday? Why is it your favorite?

An evening walk at a marina gave me the perfect image to describe a favourite type of holiday. And I am not a boaty person, but the name says it all.

Not just holidays though although I may have to google the word holiday.

Holidays are just an extension of ‘ moments’ or ‘taking a break’ Periods of life that differ significantly from the mundanity of the norm.

I had loads to do yesterday but the two big dog walks of the day gave me the chance to take two mini coddiwomples. The one in the boatyard and one in a city park.

The city park, courtesy of Victorian municipal planning gave me quite the tiny coddiwomple in bright April sunlight. From a shady English Woodland…

To the fiery colours of  Far Eastern Azalea bushes, simply by turning my body 90 degrees.

Two unknown destinations when I set out on my mini coddiwomple.  A tiny holiday from the days admin.

#1224 theoldmortuary ponders

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When I discovered Venn diagrams at Primary School I became a little obsessed and created intersectional circles as doodles when I should have been doing something more meaningful in class. I would create figures and shapes with intersecting circles filled with words and thoughts. This image popped up yesterday on a science website and it just makes me smile inside at my much, much younger nerdiness.

The more mature me loves the associated word, Intersectionality which is most commonly used to describe the less admirable facets of society.

But Venn diagrams and Intersectionality can also be a way of quickly identifying positive and joyous connections in the world and are really useful in decision making and design. A Venn diagram is fabulous for colour mixing too.

John Venn has a fabulous alternativeblue plaque which also makes me smile.

Wikimedia Commons

Which neatly brings me back to the first diagram.

A man who is an acknowledged Logical Thinker is also an Anglican Priest. That’s a whole new Venn diagram for me to ponder over.

#1219 theoldmortuary ponders.

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Spring is not just ‘in the air’ she is on the ground and surfing the sea. My winterphobic bones are enthusiastic and ready to gad about a bit.

Two solid days of sunshine puts gallivanting back on the daily schedule.

Not that I was ever brave enough to quit my job and go gallivanting around the globe.

I am a small ‘g’ galivanter. Almost certainly because of my family circumstances.When I was at the peak big ‘G’ gallivanting stage, I needed to be responsible and stick around because my mum developed an untreatable neurological condition when she was in her mid 40’s.

As it turns out having to moderate youthful big ‘G’ gallivanting taught me to really max out on small ‘g’ gallivanting. A useful life skill I think.

A collection of Galanthus gadding or gallivanting about.

#1202 theoldmortuary ponders

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Yesterdays ‘love’ blog was one of the least popular for a long time.  Just 15 readers registered on the WordPress stats page.

#1201 theoldmortuary ponders.

Perhaps most regular readers were out loving life rather than reading my words, which is much the better option.

This morning brought me a Wazz baffle from The Londonist. One of my favourite reads.

Wazzbaffles have long intrigued me. I worked in the City of London for a long while and Wazzbaffles were quite the thing  as an architectural feature. Similarly, opposite our home in Cornwall, the local church has wazzbaffles in the architectural corners between the church and the local pub.

Wazzbaffles were a large part of a conversation I had a few weeks ago with a group of friends who had never realised that historic parts of most old towns and villages have these things.

The point of today’s blog is twofold. I can natter on about a weird little fact and hopefully whoever I was talking to will see this and realise that I wasn’t talking nonsense. Because I have forgotten exactly who I was talking to a few weeks ago.

Low stats and forgetting the exact members of a conversation three weeks ago are linked.

I mever know, exactly, who reads my blogs and that is actually a huge part of the joy. In real life I sometimes forget who I have had which conversation with. I take no joy in this and see forgetfulness as an irritation and a disservice to my friends.

But how lucky am I to have so many conversations in different formats  that they get jumbled, misaligned and partially forgotten.  Even more lucky because I consider myself to be not the most outgoing person in any room.

Anyway non-outgoing me is dipping my nattering toes into Substack. Every now and then I will ponder my ponders. Nothing much to see there yet but here is the link.

https://open.substack.com/pub/theoldmortuary/p/longform-pondering?utm_source=share&utm_medium=android&r=2zszs8 no

P.S

I love the description and the inappropriate location of the Mount Pleasant Wazzbaffle.

‘ Swollen and lichenous ‘

Wordporn at its best. Have a good weekend.

#1199 theoldmortuary ponders

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Today was the first time I heard the word sunsetting to describe something being cancelled or discontinued.

The context was President Trump ‘sunsetting’ Equality, Diversity and Inclusion legislation and the consequent race by business leaders to ditch EDI to gain favour with the new president.

Even in writing that sentence it was easy for me to write the more common word ‘ditch’  for ending something. I could have used ‘dump’.

By using the word sunsetting are the president, big business and the reporting media polishing a turd.

Sunsets and therefore sunsetting suggest a gentle transition towards the bible-blackness of night. A benign feeling of anticipated change.

Unexpected change doesn’t quite fit the sunsetting phrase either.

No lover scorned is ever going to suggest that they were sunsetted.

Words are a constant source of fascination. I love them and sunsets.

Sunsetting not so much.