“…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….
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.
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.
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…
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