tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82723691726439716472024-03-13T02:14:58.442+00:00Nowhere familiar. Somewhere I've been before.cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14947405377193540890noreply@blogger.comBlogger110125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272369172643971647.post-29136932213819134972017-01-29T20:17:00.002+00:002017-01-29T20:19:03.250+00:00January Challenge Day Twenty-nine: Finding Light in LossToday's challenge:<br />
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<strong style="background-color: white; color: #202020; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 16px;"><em>2. Give yourself 5 minutes to write about, or to someone you have difficulty speaking to, or no longer speak to, but wish you could. Try to write continuously for these 5 minutes - you could set yourself a timer so you know when to stop.</em><br /><br />3.<em> Take your camera or smart phone and outside and find a spot to stand. Turn one slow steady full circle on the spot and film what you see. Don’t rush it, take your time. Imagine that you have never seen what you are filming before.</em></strong><br />
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cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14947405377193540890noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272369172643971647.post-65260809922835465642017-01-24T12:45:00.003+00:002017-01-24T12:45:40.884+00:00January Challenge Day twenty-two - Dream Small<i>another late post...</i><br />
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Because my outlook has been bleak, and the world is still terrifying and rage-inducing, but the Women's March felt like a positive step.</div>
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Today's challenge: <strong style="background-color: white; color: #202020; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 16px;"><em>Make a self-portrait with a difference. Create a collage which shows up to 5 of your best qualities. Things you like about yourself. This could be physical attributes or just things you're good at or stuff you're proud of yourself for. You can make the collage by drawing, with photos or using scraps from magazines or newspapers. Don't think too hard about it, and try not to be shy. We are all brilliant. Tell us why.</em></strong><br />
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I think I found the idea of this one so hard that I tried to ignore it... But here it is, a photo collage of five excellent things about me:<br />
- I am an excellent cook; this is a pumpkin pie I made yesterday & it is half gone already.<br />
- I have good hands. I like my hands.<br />
- I've managed to keep this house plant alive since 2008.<br />
- I've remembered to buy Chinese new year cards early enough that my family will get them in time.<br />
- I've made a solo theatre show.<br />
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<br />cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14947405377193540890noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272369172643971647.post-2988954164564025632017-01-15T15:57:00.000+00:002017-01-15T15:57:28.706+00:00January Challenge Day Thirteen - Lined Up<i>I'm catching up a few days' worth of challenges. This is one from a couple of days ago, that I completed last night online with a friend in Toronto.</i><br />
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"People learn, under proper conditions, not only to accept but to seek responsibility".<br />
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The mantra for the day piped cheerily from the interface by her bed, interrupting a dream about long, dark corridors. She wiped the sleep from her eyes as she stretched her arms, and then swung her feet to the concrete floor, careful to avoid banging her head as she sat up. None of her cellmates was stirring, their interfaces grey and silent, but the oddity of that was eclipsed by the sight of the open door.<br />
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She cautiously approached the door and looked outside. None of the other doors were open, and she saw no sign of a Monitor: was this her chance? She glanced at the security door down the corridor to her right and as she did so, it clicked audibly and slid open. As quickly and quietly as she could, she exited the cell and headed for the security door, tilting her head forward so her hair obscured her face.<br />
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To her surprise, it didn't lead to another corridor, but instead directly onto the flight deck. She grabbed and flight suit from a nearby hook and scanned the area: her own ship had been destroyed in the battle, but maybe there was another one she'd recognize? A battered but familiar cargo pod caught her eye; it wasn't fast, but it might be small enough not to trigger the shield as she left.<br />
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Hearing the unmistakable whirring of a Monitor in passive patrol more, she ducked behind the tail of a pod, and an envelope on the floor caught her eye. Opening it, she found a data card, wrapped in a single sheet of paper printed with one word: GO.<br />
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She slipped into the empty pod, flipped the ignition to stealth mode, and slid the data card into the reader. The control panel immediately lit up with a flight path, but her brain struggled to make sense of it: it wanted her to fly directly into the Nowhere. It was risky, for sure, but if it came down to it she'd rather wander the vast emptiness for eternity then spend another month benched in this useless prison: she released the locking mechanism and steered towards the closest bay opening.<br />
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Four minutes later, she was clear of the shield and headed to open space; she didn't know how far she'd get, but at least she was commanding her own ship again. As she was shifting into the autopilot mode, she heard a soft scuffling from the back of the pod: was it really empty? She wished she had a weapon as she slowly moved toward the storage hatch that seemed to be the source of the sounds.<br />
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Figuring the element of surprise was her strongest tactic, she threw open the hatch and yelled. A second later she was stumbling backwards as something black and feathered burst out of the hatch.<br />
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"Emily!" She was astonished: having seen the explosion of Hope's ship, she hadn't thought the raven had survived! The bird settled on the back of her chair and cocked its head at her: it was definitely Emily, albeit a bit worse for wear, but why wasn't she saying anything?<br />
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She eased herself back into the chair, never breaking eye-contact with Emily in the mirror; "What do you think: should we head home, or keep going into the Nowhere?"<br />
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Emily stared back at her, unblinking, and she suddenly heard the word "Go", spoken this time, but not aloud - an instruction, echoing inside her head.<br />
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A chill ran down her spine: Nowhere it is.cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14947405377193540890noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272369172643971647.post-42206672756612095262017-01-12T13:08:00.000+00:002017-01-12T13:08:12.548+00:00January Challenge Day Twelve - Scrap BandToday's challenge: <strong style="background-color: white; color: #202020; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 16px;"><em>Create your own instrument out of items in your home, school or work. See what you can bash or shake to make a noise with. Make up some rhythms or work with some others to form a band.</em></strong><br />
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<span style="color: #202020; font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="background-color: white;">Serendipity with the challenge today: I've actually got band practice this afternoon. That's the first time I've called it band practice! It is me and a guitar-playing friend. My friend wants to play more, I want to sing more. We find songs we love and cover them. No matter what mood we're in when we start, we feel pretty good by the end. Making music is really good for you. If we work up the nerve we may busk or do some open mic nights.</span></span>cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14947405377193540890noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272369172643971647.post-90550406278040945632017-01-10T23:08:00.000+00:002017-01-10T23:15:46.249+00:00January Challenge Day Ten - you are what you eatToday's challenge: <em style="background-color: white; color: #202020; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 15px;"><strong>Make or share a recipe for a dish that you consider as part of your culture. It might be from a country you come from, or something that's been passed down in your family. It might just be something you always eat on a Friday night so it feels like your culture. Whatever it is, share it with others today.</strong></em><br />
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<span style="color: #202020; font-family: "helvetica";"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px;">My mum is from Malaysia, where food is a MASSIVE part of the culture. To the point where it's an accepted greeting to ask "have you eaten?" when you meet a friend in the street, where elsewhere people might ask "how are you?". So a part of why I smiled this morning reading the challenge was that I didn't know where to begin with recipes... </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #202020; font-family: "helvetica";"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px;">As it turns out, I've done a lot of cooking today, because I am visiting friends tomorrow who have a new baby, and I want to bring something to stock their freezer. I've made a chicken curry and I've also made some dal, and I shared some of the latter for dinner with some friends who needed a bed tonight. But I'm going to talk about rice, because rice is the bedrock of my food culture. I remember at one point in my childhood, my mum stored the giant sack of rice she would buy in a bin that looked like a small oil drum. We ate a lot of rice. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #202020; font-family: "helvetica";"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px;">I put the lid on the rice cooker, plug it in and press down the button. Then I open a window in the kitchen, because otherwise the room fills with steam and I let the rice cooker work its magic. </span></span>cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14947405377193540890noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272369172643971647.post-81184505906395803922017-01-09T18:51:00.002+00:002017-01-09T18:51:58.891+00:00January Challenge Day Nine - Into the LightToday's challenge: <em style="background-color: white; color: #202020; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-size: 15px;"><strong>Use a lamp or natural light to create the most interesting shadow that you can. </strong></span></em><br />
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<br />cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14947405377193540890noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272369172643971647.post-11922724121824218222017-01-07T18:26:00.001+00:002017-01-07T18:27:08.208+00:00January Challenge Day Seven - StorytimeToday's challenge: <em style="background-color: white; color: #202020; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 16px;"><strong>Find an object around you and tell a story about it. The story can be real or imaginary...</strong></em><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #202020; font-family: "helvetica"; font-size: 16px;">This is an alien skull that I found on Splott Beach one day when I was walking my dog and looking for alien fossils. Alien fossil-hunting requires a special state of mind: a sort of openness to possibility and suggestion. It's the only alien skull that I have found so far but I think it is very old. It probably predates the dinosaurs.</span>cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14947405377193540890noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272369172643971647.post-7276224724048076342017-01-05T18:20:00.004+00:002017-01-05T18:20:48.913+00:00January Challenge Day Five - The Golden ConversationToday's Challenge - <strong style="background-color: white; color: #202020; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 16px;"><em>Go to the fifth text in your inbox (if you don't use text, use an email, or a sentence of your choice from a book.) Write down the first sentence of the message on the right hand side of a page vertically, using a line for each word. Now use the page to write a poem with each line ending in one of the words.</em></strong><br />
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I drew what I think I can see from my bedroom window. I did it from memory, sitting at the dining table. I've not checked to see if I was right.cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14947405377193540890noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272369172643971647.post-1647406922338869232017-01-02T13:00:00.002+00:002017-01-02T13:00:37.777+00:00January Challenge Day Two: Up in the AirToday's challenge: <em style="background-color: white; color: #202020; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 16px;">Build a tower as tall as you can from whatever you can. Make sure it doesn't fall over (or at least photograph it before it does!). You can use whatever is to hand. Make it beautiful, or just make it functional. Work as a group or on your own. See how tall you can go.</em><br />
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I made a tower out of loo roll. This was my third attempt (the other two fell over before I could take a photo). Loo rolls do not make solid construction material. I think I could have gone higher, however, but I ran out of rolls.<br />
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Credit to Rebecca Solnit for inspiring me on this one - I've just finished reading her book Hope in the Dark, which I strongly recommend, and this is an image that she describes at the end of the last chapter.</div>
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Is it strange to be talking about the new year in May? I've been meaning to share some of these wonderful photographs for months. These are from a session I did with photographer <a href="http://gracegelder.co.uk/" target="_blank">Grace Gelder</a> in January, on the theme of "New Year, New Desires". I brought along a golden outfit I've been a bit obsessed with and we had a playful couple of hours in the amazing complex that Grace was living in at the time, which culminated in a golden sunset. The last photo in this set has been making the rounds - onto <a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.co.uk/grace-gelder/photography-self-care_b_9581906.html" target="_blank">Huffington Post alongside an article of Grace's</a> and also the Tate Britain's site for a <a href="http://www.tate.org.uk/whats-on/tate-britain/courses-and-workshops/producing-self-photography-workshop-grace-gelder" target="_blank">workshop Grace is leading</a> (check it out if you're London based). I think that photo is one of my favourites - I like the fierce regality she's captured.</div>
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I've also written a short piece this week for Claire Hill, on the theme of "Before I was ready" - it's <a href="http://www.clairehilldesigns.co.uk/blogs/news/116768644-before-i-was-ready-4-catriona-james" target="_blank">over at her blog</a>. </div>
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I've just spent about three days alone and it has been bliss. My partner is out of the country and we've only been chatting by text. In fact, until I went to have a cup of tea at a nearby friend's house this afternoon, I'd not actually heard the sound of my own voice properly since Thursday evening (it's Sunday). I was thinking about going out on Saturday night, joining some friends to go dancing, but in the end I stayed in and sat with my thoughts and read articles on <a href="http://www.autostraddle.com/" target="_blank">Autostraddle</a> instead. I've also done yoga in the dining room, baked bread, watched four episodes of <a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/p03g13rt" target="_blank">The Night Manager</a>, read a whole Margaret Atwood novel (The Heart Goes Last), slept and eaten a lot.<br />
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It makes sense, I suppose, as a week ago I finished performances of Worse Things Happen, my solo show about depression; the process and performances were an undertaking to be open, to reveal myself, to be honest. That's what I wanted to do, and I don't mind doing it, but what's an introvert to do when it's all over? I had to go straight into a few days' work on other projects, including a trip to London and back, and then, I thought, <i>I'll take a day off - I'll have a duvet day</i>. Well, that turned into another, and then another, and I've been mildly assessing myself throughout, wondering if I was in a post-show comedown, trying to be alert to my own needs. But I'm not down. I feel good. I'm just tired - I've still got bruises from the show, a sore shoulder and a twitch in my left eye. I needed time to think.<br />
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That's all this is, really: a reflection. I've been thinking for weeks (no, months and months) about this show, and I will continue to think about it as I plan its future. I said early in the process that part of my reason in making a show about my depression was to clear space inside me for other stories. These past few days I've felt... well, I've felt empty-but-not-empty. Filled with smoke, new ideas shifting like tendrils inside me, barely present enough to be called ideas. But I've also been thinking around the show I've just made - about what I need to do to make performing this piece viable - indeed, what I need to do to make creating similar work in the future viable. <i>Self-care</i> feels almost like a cliched term, but I don't think I can dismiss it when it's increasingly clear to me that I barely know how to practise it. It's possibly as big a project as creating a performance piece. Definitely as mysterious.<br />
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cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14947405377193540890noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272369172643971647.post-87338119293393613362016-02-19T19:36:00.000+00:002016-04-04T16:57:56.341+01:00Good things happening...I'm three days into rehearsals for the solo performance I am creating, Worse Things Happen, about my experience of depression. It's a bit of a juggling act because I'm self-producing, but I have some truly wonderful creative people working with me (a solo show is never solo!), including support from Sandra Bendelow through NTW's WalesLab Producer Mentoring programme. Louise Osborn is nominally my dramaturg, but is so much more in reality. Lara Ward, who helped me in my research and development last year, is back on board as Movement Director. Between the two of them I feel as though I am in safe hands - and safety is so important as I plough into deeply personal material to create a performance that I hope will speak to everyone who sees it.<br />
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That's really what these first days have been about. I had some material that I had put together for two scratch opportunities in October last year, at The Other Room and madeinroath, so I began by performing that again for Louise and Lara (toughest gig of my life, performing that for two women wearing frowns of concentration and scribbling notes...). We've spun off from that material, going deeper into the stories I am telling and the movement impulses I had improvised around.<br />
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<i>What is the story you are trying to tell?</i>, Louise keeps asking. <i>Why are you making this?</i> I feel so strongly that this story, of my on-going battle with a demon in my own mind, is something that so many other people experience and never tell - because they don't have the words, because they don't have the platform, because there's no one listening, because they are just trying to keep it all together. I was floored by <a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/magazine-23028078" target="_blank">this article</a> that I read recently (although it is from 2013), reporting on the depression - both economic and that of mental health - in the south Wales valleys. 10,000 prescriptions for anti-depressants a month in an adult population of less than 60,000! And how many more don't seek medical help? Perhaps the numbers are lower elsewhere, but still: we're a society of walking wounded, and how often do we acknowledge that openly, let alone ensure the safety nets are there for those suffering?<br />
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<a href="http://www.chapter.org/worse-things-happen" target="_blank">Worse Things Happen is at Chapter Arts Centre, 10-12 March.</a><br />
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These are the things that were excellent about this month - the things that the January Challenge was running alongside. What I'm going to take away from doing the challenge is the reminder that I'm an artist every day:<br />
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1. Began the year with a few days work, contributing to some research and development for <a href="http://www.giveitaname.net/" target="_blank">Give It A Name.</a> I don't think I've ever had to set an alarm to wake up on 4 January before. It was probably good for me.<br />
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2. Spent four days in Rome with my parents and sister. Amazing, beautiful AND bottles of good prosecco for under 4 euro. Winning all round.<br />
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3. Did an inspiring photo shoot with <a href="http://gracegelder.co.uk/" target="_blank">Grace Gelder</a> on the theme of "new year, new desires". I've had a sneak peak at the results and I love them. Grace has captured the person I think I want to be (and probably am already).<br />
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4. My partner and I found the next house we're going to live in. We move tomorrow. We want to make it into a playground and fill it with art, creative inspirations, dinner parties, plants and a dog.<br />
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5. Took part in a dance workshop with <a href="http://www.jofong.com/" target="_blank">Jo Fong</a>, who is currently touring An Invitation. It was wonderful just to move and play and be in my body.<br />
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6. Found out that my Arts Council of Wales grant application, which I'd spent a stressful christmas writing, was successful. So February is also going to be filled with creativity. And then in March I am going to debut my solo theatre performance Worse Things Happen, about depression and mental health stigma. I'm simultaneously excited and nervous and confident and nagged by doubts, which is probably normal.cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14947405377193540890noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272369172643971647.post-50903355683299643722016-01-29T17:21:00.002+00:002016-01-29T17:25:19.291+00:0064 Million Artists Day 29 - revisiting 3 songs<span style="background-color: white; color: #606060; font-family: "helvetica"; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22.5px;">"We're nearly at the end of the January challenge so now it's time for you to take a bit more choice. Look back over the challenges you've done and pick your favourite or one you weren't happy with before. Do it again. Start from scratch or develop what you've done so far, or maybe collaborate with someone. Just try it one more time."</span><br />
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On the road again, always happy when I'm in the van with him and we're headed somewhere anywhere. It's summertime trips to festivals, to Glastonbury, or somewhere in Europe on a gig and I think I would be happy driving to the end of the world with you. And the song started as a joke sung as you started the engine because you were always working away and you hated the long drives and then I made a mix for you with it as the first track and now for me it's joy but I wonder how you feel about it. A song best sung together loudly. Cheers and affirmation. Willie Nelson, and then Willie Nelson again, singing a cover, a bit by accident because I don't listen to him all that often, though I went to see him at Glastonbury and he was great - old, and he sang a song about a bird flying away and I thought, he knows he could be that bird. But this song always made me think about someone else, I don't know why. It's being in love with someone who loves me but doesn't love me back, which is a huge distinction actually and one that resulted in a lot of tears and one particularly unfortunate visit. And then it's funny to look back on so much emotion from a distance and it's like looking through a thick piece of plastic - all the edges are blurred and indistinct and it's hard to believe that the emotion is mine, it feels so much like it was someone else doing all the feeling. But the song still makes me nostalgic and it's a secret pleasure because the band is kind of embarrassing. And then this song, this song, this song that I wish was my life, wish was my life philosophy, singing the rules I want to live by. Dissatisfaction, no not dissatisfaction, not the right word - restlessness, that's the right one. And no bad thing I guess though I've often worried it was. I read that Bowie obit the other day and that's what it said about him, didn't it - "creatively restless" his whole life. And that's no bad thing, I'd like to be creatively restless - I don't want to be satisfied with what I make because if I was I might as well stop and just take up gardening full time. Which I may well do at some point - tend a vegetable plot and decide that nothing else in the world matters except these ripening tomatoes. Hard to imagine ripening tomatoes on day like this, 90mph winds in some parts of the country and this morning I had to stand on my bicycle pedals on flat ground just to keep moving. It's a lack of fear of failure, this song, that's what it is, and what I like to think I aspire to, which is very different from actually aspiring to it. Or is it? Your own worst critic as always. The song has these moments that sound quiet to me, even though they're not - maybe it's the simplicity in the midst of musical lushness.cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14947405377193540890noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272369172643971647.post-65080743419722306002016-01-28T21:05:00.002+00:002016-01-28T21:05:52.049+00:0064 Million Artists Day 28 - Celebrate<span style="background-color: white; color: #606060; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22.5px;">"Write your own obituary or a speech someone might give at your 90th birthday. How would you like to be remembered or thought of? Think of this as a celebration of your life and the things you've done or would like to do."</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #606060; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22.5px;">plus many, many more cars, taillights, traffic lights, litter...</span>cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14947405377193540890noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8272369172643971647.post-81159359489137774942016-01-20T19:48:00.000+00:002016-01-20T19:48:13.801+00:0064 Million Artists Day 20 - We break and we mend<span style="background-color: white; color: #606060; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22.5px;">"Write a set of instructions for an alien who has just arrived on earth on how to fix a broken heart. Lay out how to do this in the simplest words. How would you describe it? What would you advise them to do?"</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #606060; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22.5px;">Hullo and welcome,</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #606060; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22.5px;">We are strange creatures, here on this planet. We form deep emotional attachments to all types of creatures and objects. What I mean by <i>emotional attachment</i> is this: I can reach out with my hand and grasp the shoulder (or arm, or hand) of another human standing beside me, and never let go. Then it would be as if we two were physically attached to each other. Humans do this all the time, but we imagine we are doing it with our minds. And we do it not only with other humans but with animals, with objects, with places, and even with ideas. Doing this can sometimes make us feel as though that other human, or thing, is a part of our own body. We call this <i>love</i>. And if what we <i>love</i> goes away or disappears, then we can feel pain in much the same way we would feel pain if we were to lose a part of our physical body. We call this <i>heart-break</i>, and t</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #606060; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22.5px;">his can be confusing, because it is little to do with the organ in our chest that we call our </span><i style="color: #606060; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22.5px;">heart.</i><span style="background-color: white; color: #606060; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22.5px;"> You will find we often claim the </span><i style="color: #606060; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22.5px;">heart</i><span style="background-color: white; color: #606060; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22.5px;"> has more power than it actually does. T</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #606060; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22.5px;">here are other words that mean much the same thing as <i>heart-break</i>, like </span><i style="color: #606060; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22.5px;">grief</i><span style="background-color: white; color: #606060; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22.5px;">. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #606060; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22.5px;">There is no way to fix this. All you can do is try to make the human with <i>heart-break</i> comfortable. Sometimes it helps to give them an occupation - an activity for their body or their mind that will take their energy and thoughts away from what they have lost. Occasionally it may help to give them another thing to <i>love</i>, but this works less often when what they have lost is another human. Usually it helps just to sit with them, and let them talk about what they have lost. They may cry, which means they may make noises they cannot control and salty water will come out of their eyes. This is not a reason to be alarmed - it is one of our human ways of expressing ourselves, like smiling, or laughing, which you will also encounter.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #606060; font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22.5px;"><i>Heart-break</i> will only heal with time. If you have made your human as comfortable as possible - made sure they have occupations, listened to them them cry - then you have done all you can do. Return to them after the earth has made one full passage around the sun and you may see a change. Return after two passages and the change may be even more pronounced. There is no universal law about how long it takes for a human to heal from <i>heart-break</i>. They will never go back to being exactly the same human as before, but that change is normal. That is one of the ways that humans' minds grow and expand.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #606060; font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22.5px;">Good luck.</span></span>cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14947405377193540890noreply@blogger.com0