Albion, Art, Books, Don and Wen, Sue Vincent

Dear Don: Vessel…

Copy of west kennetDear Don,

“…regard the day as a vessel to realise that the more you pour into it the longer it lasts…”

Nice. That sums it up perfectly. When you consider I was writing up the Avebury weekend for days…yet, really, it was 48 hours, during which we ate, slept and got a little free time too… The elasticity of time really is down to how we choose to use it, isn’t it?

Except at standing stones….

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I’ve been going back over some of my old pics of Avebury and West Kennet… every time you look there is something else. I’m not so sure that the architects were so far away from ancient Egypt after all. The same seeds seem to have taken root in the collective unconscious at around the same time. The manner of expression differs, but how much of that is down to the land itself?

Would Egypt have raised stone mountains had they had access to green earth as we do? And I wonder how much the tangible traces we have left of their culture and artistry is down to the necessary choice of materials? In this country wood and bone would have been common… and impermanent. A hot, dry climate preserves what a wet and variable one might not.

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Even writing…the Egyptians had a territory a couple of thousand miles long… we had what, 600 miles end to end? Transportable writing was probably a necessity for them, where in our land the word itself would have probably been enough. I wonder if that is one of the starting points of the oral traditions here, you know? All the stories, regardless of how they are dressed, carry the same inner secrets, don’t they. Easy to remember a story and carry the teachings within it… and easy to teach it when it engages the imagination and emotions straight away.

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Not that much different from how we teach today, really, is it? It has to be the best way… force-feeding factual information only makes it to the intellect, and that’s if you are lucky. A story teaches by vicarious experience and becomes personal.

The spare dog is crunching a bone wedged against the base of my chair. It feels as if I’m sitting on a small earthquake. Let alone the horrendous noise…ani hardy feather 007

The Beast is still a little uncertain about the whole affair…

Though they do seem to love ganging up on me to get treats..


Wen, Anu and junior beast x

7 thoughts on “Dear Don: Vessel…”

  1. Hi Sue, This is one of my favorite posts, not because it envelopes some specific place or history, but because it addresses I think what we all look forward to – very unique writing that serves not only to educate and inspire, but to bring us inside the circle as it were. When I read these posts, I honestly feel as if somehow, in some magical way, I have actually been there. I can feel the wind brushing against my face and chilling my fingers, and I can smell the scent of the country surrounding the area. I can feel the anticipation of the door to another church opening to let us in, standing at a stained glass wondering in amazement at the people who made it and what they must have been thinking about as they designed it. I often think of the people who were working to build and maintain these churches and forts and other structures and what they might have been feeling or anticipating as they created them. Did they believe that the forts would help them to live longer in safety, or did they perhaps fear some oncoming intruders, of whom I am sure there were many? And what about the stone circles? I would so liked to have been at one of the ceremonies that must have been part of their construction, or to have understood what those people understood about nature that we are still pondering today with all our technology and higher education. It is a wonderful world, and we have been visiting it in ways that are truly amazing and that I will always retain in my heart as well as my mind and spirit. I want to thank you, Sue, Stuart, and Steve all for the wonderful work you do. I can tell that your hearts and spirits are fully engaged with this study the way you help it to come alive once again. I think it is huge that I am here halfway (or more?) across the world from you and yet when I read one of the accounts, I go there somehow in my mind and spirit and get to experience the best of the best along with everyone else. I am so happy in my mind that I started this study. It IS, without a doubt, my greatest adventure in this life! Thank you again one and all.

    Oh, I have been still trying to get back on my feet again, so was wondering where the new little soul came from? Is he a permanent part of your household now? This is how we keep growing our family of dogs. They seem to show up and there you go. How could we do differently? Peace and blessings all, Anne


  2. Thank you, Anne. Getting inside the minds of others, past, present or future, is down to observation, experience and empathy… and a determination to treat their beliefs with respect. It is easy to dismiss what appears to be primitive as being ‘less than’ anything we now know, yet we are really looking at something that is expressing itself in ways we do not fully understand. The ‘langiage’ they use may be simple, but the concepts may be sophisticated. I rather think that how we judge , respect or dismiss says more about us than it does about them.
    As to the ‘new’ dog… he is one of Ani’s friends who came to stay for a few days…she stays with him and his pack when I go north. 🙂


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