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Back in the grey cold of London
Hi all
Just a quick one, back here, struggling with the fading light, the coldness and anonymity of London, which I love as well as hate; the hard landing of an international flight, where you leave so suddenly and land so suddenly with an unreal travel in-between. I wanted to write something on here as a way of beginning to process this incredible journey we have begun to make together, and as some form of expression of the impact it has had on me.
* I was struck by one person's description of the gift she received, and the way in which it fit perfectly with the emotion behind the gift when I was making it. A reminder that in such a chance situation the perfect gift will occasionally find its way to a person and this is a beautiful thing.
* wearing my necklace, and knowing who made it and how, treasuring the way it ties into my practice of meditation as well as my deep respect for its maker and the care with which it was crafted; remembering Phinias working every day in the heat with the mosquitoes, like a meditation in itself
* the notion of talking to a woman in full burqua and the strange way in which this seems so radical - the shocking realisation that I do not normally treat these women as fellow human beings; I ask myself, would I offer a woman in hijab a gift? I hope that the answer is yes
* the girl in the class at Columbia who had been a soldier and is now fighting for a new world
* Kari and Ruby working with such devotion and detail on the little envelopes for gifts, and the way that the whole space was of mixed authorship and nobody made a fuss about sharing
* the warmth and enthusiasm of the cafe staff, the importance for me of those first few days and the workshop which opened up a space for discussion and friendship
* the enormous problems around water and shelter that we all were aware of in our different ways but which I am unable to confront except in performance, and a wondering about how others felt when Linda Burnham raised the fact that none of us (except the architects!) made bold statements on these themes in the expected ways
* the postcard image, with stools emerging from the water, and the image of us all hopping into the sea on the last day- a beautiful appropriate and joyful end to the project!
... and there are many more, images and memories and thoughts. But this is a start. I look forward to hearing from you all!
with my best wishes,
Rajni
Just a quick one, back here, struggling with the fading light, the coldness and anonymity of London, which I love as well as hate; the hard landing of an international flight, where you leave so suddenly and land so suddenly with an unreal travel in-between. I wanted to write something on here as a way of beginning to process this incredible journey we have begun to make together, and as some form of expression of the impact it has had on me.
* I was struck by one person's description of the gift she received, and the way in which it fit perfectly with the emotion behind the gift when I was making it. A reminder that in such a chance situation the perfect gift will occasionally find its way to a person and this is a beautiful thing.
* wearing my necklace, and knowing who made it and how, treasuring the way it ties into my practice of meditation as well as my deep respect for its maker and the care with which it was crafted; remembering Phinias working every day in the heat with the mosquitoes, like a meditation in itself
* the notion of talking to a woman in full burqua and the strange way in which this seems so radical - the shocking realisation that I do not normally treat these women as fellow human beings; I ask myself, would I offer a woman in hijab a gift? I hope that the answer is yes
* the girl in the class at Columbia who had been a soldier and is now fighting for a new world
* Kari and Ruby working with such devotion and detail on the little envelopes for gifts, and the way that the whole space was of mixed authorship and nobody made a fuss about sharing
* the warmth and enthusiasm of the cafe staff, the importance for me of those first few days and the workshop which opened up a space for discussion and friendship
* the enormous problems around water and shelter that we all were aware of in our different ways but which I am unable to confront except in performance, and a wondering about how others felt when Linda Burnham raised the fact that none of us (except the architects!) made bold statements on these themes in the expected ways
* the postcard image, with stools emerging from the water, and the image of us all hopping into the sea on the last day- a beautiful appropriate and joyful end to the project!
... and there are many more, images and memories and thoughts. But this is a start. I look forward to hearing from you all!
with my best wishes,
Rajni
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Comment by Mindelle K. Seltzer on October 12, 2008 at 7:25pm -
Dear Rajni,
Thank you for your sweet comment to Norton and me on my page. One of our biggest reasons for moving to Charleston is the LIGHT, which lasts a much longer time each day than it did when we lived in the NorthEast. When we traveled to London to visit our daughter, when she was in college, in November of that year, we were surpised at the shortness of daylight, and it was during that period that we discovered we could extend summer, and start Spring early by taking vacations in Charleston in October and March. So, please come back to Charleston often. And when you do, please contact us, because we would love to see you again, and experience your loving energy.
Take care,
Mindy and Norton Seltzer
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