I have been ill since Monday night, and I’m still ill, and so I don’t fret about the blog, I’m going to take a break for a week.
Here is a comforting poem I found recently.
DAYS ARE WHERE WE LIVE
I have been ill since Monday night, and I’m still ill, and so I don’t fret about the blog, I’m going to take a break for a week.
Here is a comforting poem I found recently.
Long time blog readers - I hope you noticed I did not complain about it being February when it was February.
Please give me credit, because this morning I woke up from thick heavy dreams and felt low. I am not sure why. I think it’s about the usual - the state of the country, the state of the world, Gaza.
It also might be to do with feeling old. Sometimes it creeps over me. Or maybe it’s my sinuses? [Later: I became ill that night so obviously the low feelings were physical.]
But the freezing fog we woke up to soon cleared and I realised that the best medicine was to make myself a flask of coffee and go up to my thinking spot above the village.
I used to go there with a flask during lockdown, and the habit has stuck. I always feel better for it.
Yesterday I got the pots ready to plant my sweet pea seeds, and as some of you have asked me how I grow them I took some photos.
I use a peat-free compost designed specifically to grow seeds in, such as these…
When a seedling has at least 4 leaves on it I nip off the growing shoot which makes the plants bush out. I keep nipping out the growing tips until I plant them out. They need hardening off before planting. I usually plant them out towards the end of May, but it’s cold in the Peak District. If you’re in warmer climes and the seedlings are big enough it might be OK plant them out sooner. In my experience they are not susceptible to frost.
As an envoi, here’s a poem I came across lately that you might like.
These two have been the most popular
My last two days with Het in Cornwall were super.
On the Saturday we went to the gallery of Cornwall artist Kurt Jackson and he is now my hero. I was blown away by his collection of paintings of the river Fowey - from source to sea.
I took photos of some of them
but unfortunately their stunning beauty does not translate well to photographs.
On Sunday the weather finally relented and we went for a long walk along the beach and up to the cliffs and back.
And at one point I even took off my coat.
Plus, I finally got in a paddle!
Now I'm home,
Dawn view from the bedroom |
and there's a letter in the post from Medical Aid for Palestinians which tells me that
"there are more than 65,000 Palestinians injured and hundreds of thousands desperately in need of medical help. The majority are suffering blast wounds and severe burns, but supplies of morphine are so low that even children are often left without pain relief."
Nowhere is safe.
No-one is safe.
Please don't forget this horror is still going on. Please do what you can to help.
Here is the link to Medical Aid for Palestinians
Here is the link to the UNICEF appeal for the children of Gaza.
And your MP’s address, along with that of Rishi Sunak and Keir Starmer is
House of Commons
Houses of Parliament
St Margaret’s Street,
London, SWI 0AA
Thank you.
We’ve had sooooo much wind and rain this week with a few bursts of treacherous sunshine that lure you into going outside and then disappear and you’re buffeted by hail.
But the colours of both sea and sky have been beautiful nevertheless. And this wonderful house allows you to enjoy it all without getting wet.
Het capturing the sky while finishing off her Cornish pasty. |
I’ve been really enjoying my new oil pastels, and am already running out of white. I’ve never used oil pastels before and have found that I adore them. I’m going to really let rip once I’m home in my studio and not sitting at Het’s kitchen counter trying to stay clean.
And I now have a use for the giant canvases that Dave encouraged me to buy: I can’t wait to paint some dramatic seas and skies.
Oil pastel sketch |
Here, to finish, is the full moon this morning…
Guess where I am…
Het and Chris bought a near-derelict house here seven years ago and after many trials and tribulations they finally moved into their fabulous new eco-house in November.
I could sit on the sofa and watch the sea all day. It’s mesmerising, and so relaxing. And I’m loving it.
Today we went for a swim (indoors!) and then hit St Ives, which was beautifully quiet, because it’s February. We visited the Tate and this time we enjoyed the exhibits.
I particularly liked this Winifred Nicholson painting called Recollect
And this work by Patrick Hughes called St Ives: Reflection
But as well as the art work I love the view from the gallery:
Thank you, Het, for a super day.
Letter to the Prime Minister from the Humanitarian and Human Rights
Sector on Rafah
Alongside other charities and
faith organisations, Quakers in Britain have written to the Prime Minister
calling on him to use the UK's diplomatic pressure to urge Israel to change
course.
12 February 2024
Dear Prime
Minister,
Subject:
The UK must demand that Israel immediately stops its offensive into Rafah and
call for a ceasefire now
We write to
you as international humanitarian, peacebuilding and human rights
organisations. Many of us have worked in the Occupied Palestinian Territory for
decades, with our staff and partners among those currently displaced and
fearing for their lives in the Gaza Strip. Since October 7, the Government has
heard all of us and many, many more – including in real time from Palestinians
themselves in Gaza – give warnings or briefings of the following: 1.7 million
people forcibly displaced only to be bombed again, more than 11,500 children
killed and a catastrophic number of orphans, with a new acronym unique to the
Gaza Strip – WCNSF: wounded child, no surviving family – and evidence of
widespread starvation and infectious disease.
As you
know, following Israel's 'evacuation' orders for areas in northern and central
Gaza, many Palestinians fled to the south, to Rafah, a designated 'safe zone'
by Israel. 1.3 million people are currently trapped in Rafah. It is one of the
very few places where extremely limited humanitarian aid is able to enter the
Gaza Strip.
We are
writing with urgent concern about the overnight attacks on
Rafah following Israel's announcement that it aims to conduct a destructive
military campaign on the most densely populated stretch on Earth. The military
operation intensified last night, with Rafah subjected to the Israeli
military's increasingly intense bombardment with a further 67 people killed by
Israel, mostly civilians, including women and children. This number will
continue to rise. The beleaguered and strained humanitarian system will fully
collapse as need will only rise and access decrease.
We ask you
now to use the UK's full diplomatic pressure to demand Israel halt its military
campaign, which has already resulted in the killing of 28,000 people.
Will the UK
act now, as red lines are being continuously crossed despite warnings from the
UK to Israel on the toll of casualties being "too high"? Or will the UK continue
its current path, which each day further is enabling Israel's actions with
impunity? Will the UK risk further moral complicity in the ongoing death from
Israeli attacks?
We are
extremely dismayed and profoundly alarmed after having met with UK senior
officials, including the Foreign Secretary, over the last 128 days, explaining
in clear terms the scale of the catastrophe and the consequences of the current
UK approach towards Israel. We, as agencies united, attempted to work together
with the Government towards leveraging what the UK can do to halt these
atrocities. We are losing confidence in Ministers as the UK appears utterly
incapable of restraining Israel in its current attempts. We write with
immediate demands for the UK:
We call on
the UK Government to do all it can to persuade the Government of Israel to
finally change course. Over a million people in Rafah are at grave risk. We
know from history what happens when states stand by and do nothing. We
urge you to act now.
Signatories:
1. ActionAid UK
2. Action For Humanity
3. Caabu (Council for Arab-British
Understanding)
4. CAFOD
5. Christian Aid
6. Elrha
7. Embrace the Middle East
8. Gender Action for Peace and
Security (GAPS)
9. Humanity and Inclusion
10.
Interpal
11.
Islamic Relief UK
12.
Lawyers for Palestinian Human Rights
13.
Minority Rights Group International
14.
Muslim Aid
15.
Oxfam
16.
Peace Direct
17.
Plan International UK
18.
Quakers in Britain
19.
Saferworld
20.
SCIAF
21.
Sri Lanka Campaign for Peace and Justice
22.
Trócaire
23.
United Nations Association - UK (UNA-UK)
24.
War on Want
25.
Welfare Association
26.
WILPF UK
27.
Women's Platform - Northern Ireland
I began yesterday in tears while chatting to Dave about the state of the world and Gaza in particular.
After that it got better.
I picked some Lenten roses from the garden for Mary’s bench, as yesterday was nine years since she died. I then drove to Sheffield and collected my thirteen tickets for my trip to Cornwall next Monday. I had to sit on a bench at the station while I checked I had every stage of the journey covered, and as I did, I fell into conversation with a lovely stranger about the benefits of split ticketing. I like talking to strangers. It’s invigorating.
I thought I’d pop in the Millennium Gallery on the way up through town, to see their latest exhibition, but I had to wait outside for it to open and in doing so had a conversation with another stranger. More interest.
Then I went to the Fronteer Gallery to see my painting. (Mine is the one of daisies.)
After that I had one last stop - the bench at the park to leave my flowers. It was bitterly cold with the odd spot of rain as I walked down the hill and I was thinking ‘Do I really want to sit on the bench with a coffee and look at the pond and the ducks and have a little think, like I usually do? It’s horrid! It’s so cold!’
But when the bench came into view, I saw Mary’s husband John sitting on it, and then I saw his two small and delightful grandsons and Mary’s daughter Jessie. What joy. We exclaimed and hugged and John said ‘I wondered if we’d see you here’ and Jessie went to buy the boys ice creams and coffee for us.
Jessie and me |
There’s a page in my comfort/encouragement book Keep Moving that says
And the day continued with pancakes for lunch at home (dear overseas readers, it was pancake day) and then I continued work on my latest painting which is in its very early stages but is coming along nicely
And then in the evening it was fish and chips with a catch-up at the pub with Chrissie.
A good day.
Look I'm sorry that the blog seems to have morphed into something that doesn't do the biz like it used to do, but I am haunted by what is happening in Gaza.
And I am haunted by the fact that the western world is doing nothing to stop it.
As Dave said in his latest missive to our MP:
This
war is terrifyingly unhinged, and almost psychopathic in its unbridled and
feral ferocity. But is also morally wrong and deeply inhumane. That the
government is eager to support it is a stain on us all.
I am continuing to read the book Active Hope and I do commend it to you, even though its focus is on the environment and not the state of world wide politics.
But let's skip to the home front...
The only news is that for the first time in years I am eager to plant my sweet peas. Normally I groan at the thought of all those yoghurt cartons cluttering up the windowsills. This year feels different. I am looking forward to doing something that is positive that I know will bring joy in a few months time: I think watching something grow right in front of me is going to make me feel better.
As Jo Shimwell, a young farmer in our village, said 'Nature is a great source of certainty and comfort.'
I am in bed reading this
and I’m finding it constructive. I need to tell you that I rarely read non fiction because I need a story to pull me along but I’m having no trouble sticking with this. It focuses most strongly on the environmental crisis (which is not what is troubling me right now) but it is generally very helpful, so if you’re in need of hope, I recommend it.
I have a filthy cold
and it’s snowing (almost horizontally) and we are forecast 20cms here in the Peak District today. I’m not convinced.
Dave kindly went out to Aldi early and bought me some lemons so I could have lemon and honey drinks. When he set off he asked me how much they would be and not how many I wanted, and he brought back 25. 🤔 I’m hoping my cold doesn’t last so long I’ll be needing them all, but I do need more lemon curd so it will all work out. Plus - ooh - it’s pancake day next week!
I have nothing more interesting to tell you I’m afraid, except that I’ve been searching around for something positive to do about Gaza, and I am ordering greeting cards of some of my paintings and will donate the profit from sales in the next two months to the UNICEF Gaza appeal. The link to the UNICEF appeal is below the photo. (Blogging in bed on the iPad has its drawbacks).
Goodbye, and I love you all.
There are people living in Israel who do not support the war against the Palestinians, and nor do they support the occupation.
I have been on the circulation list of the Refuser Solidarity Network for some years now. Here is the latest email I received...
My name is Maya Eshel, I just joined the Refuser Solidarity Network team as the international solidarity coordinator. I want to share a few words about myself and also tell you how you can amplify the voices of Israelis against the war on Gaza and call for a ceasefire.
I moved to Israel at the age of 16 and six months later I was already sent an initial draft order from the Israeli military. About two years later I was drafted into the Israeli military where I served in the West Bank for 9 months. During my time there I witnessed several detained Palestinians being brought to the detention center on my base. While waiting for the military doctor one day, a young Palestinian boy was escorted into the clinic. In the middle of winter he had just one long sleeve shirt on. He was blindfolded and handcuffed and could not have been over 11 years old. This very moment, sitting just centimeters away from a boy who could not see me, who was alone and was kidnapped from his community, stayed with me.
Over the years I would often think of this boy. I would think about the trauma he may have from those exact moments and my participation in such a brutal system. I looked deeper into myself, into my environment and at the violent occupation that we as a society here in Israel have normalized. After educating myself and learning about the supremacist policies Israel uses to uphold an oppressive military rule over millions of Palestinians, I decided to join the resistance movement against the occupation and apartheid. You can also support the resistance by following our instagram page, voicesagainstwar, and our other social media pages where we provide a platform to document and publish anti-war protests and individual testimonies of Israelis against this war.
My solidarity work led me to living in Palestinian villages in the Southern Hebron Hills, located in area C of the West Bank, documenting demolitions and settler and military violence against Palestinians. I witnessed settlers violently abuse and threaten Palestinians, uproot hundreds of olive trees, dance with guns on stolen Palestinian land while the military was standing by. I also witnessed soldiers tasked to demolish homes, abuse small farming communities, and arrest men in the middle of the night.
Since I started visiting the South Hebron Hills the situation has escalated tenfold. The horrors of October 7th have shaken the Israeli ethos to its core. And with no time to grieve, the Israeli government is weaponizing our pain, enacting a revenge war on Gazans, killing thousands of civilians and displacing over one million people.
Today, more than ever, we need to resist the war from
the bottom up and we need to do this together. Please help us
amplify Israeli voices who resist the government's violent manipulation of our
pain. Please watch and help share our various social media pages, to
spread the voices of Israelis protesting this war.
DAYS ARE WHERE WE LIVE