10 December 2010

once upon a time...

I read John Ruskin for his literary achievements. The year was 1970, or 1971. I didn't read The Ethics of the Dust containing his lectures The Crystal Orders, but it's better late than never, right?
There's no music in a "rest," Katie, that I know of: but there's the making of music in it. And people are always missing that part of the life-melody; and scrambling on without counting-- not that it's easy to count; but nothing on which so much depends ever IS easy. People are always talking of perseverance, and courage, and fortitude; but patience is the finest and worthiest part of fortitude,--and the rarest, too. I know twenty persevering girls for one patient one: but it is only that twenty-first who can do her work, out and out, or enjoy it. For patience lies at the root of all pleasures, as well as of all powers.
(Ruskin, 1875. Lecture Four, The Crystal Orders, from The Ethics of the Dust).

In more recent years I have read his critical essays on art, and found them equally interesting and useful.

From Wikipedia:

Ruskin's views on art, wrote Kenneth Clark, "cannot be made to form a logical system, and perhaps owe to this fact a part of their value." Ruskin's accounts of art are descriptions of a superior type that conjure images vividly in the mind's eye.[10] Certain principles, however, remain consistent throughout his work, which Clark summarised as:
1. Art is not a matter of taste, but involves the whole man. Whether in making or perceiving a work of art, we bring to bear on it feeling, intellect, morals, knowledge, memory, and every other human capacity, all focused in a flash on a single point. Aesthetic man is a concept as false and dehumanizing as economic man.
2. Even the most superior mind and the most powerful imagination must found itself on facts, which must be recognized for what they are. The imagination will often reshape them in a way which the prosaic mind cannot understand; but this recreation will be based on facts, not on formulas or illusions.
3. These facts must be perceived by the senses, or felt; not learnt.
4. The greatest artists and schools of art have believed it their duty to impart vital truths, not only about the facts of vision, but about religion and the conduct of life.
5. Beauty of form is revealed in organisms which have developed perfectly according to their laws of growth, and so give, in his own words, 'the appearance of felicitous fulfillment of function.'
6. This fulfillment of function depends on all parts of an organism cohering and cooperating. This was what he called the 'Law of Help,' one of Ruskin's fundamental beliefs, extending from nature and art to society.
7. Good art is done with enjoyment. The artist must feel that, within certain reasonable limits, he is free, that he is wanted by society, and that the ideas he is asked to express are true and important.
8. Great art is the expression of epochs where people are united by a common faith and a common purpose, accept their laws, believe in their leaders, and take a serious view of human destiny
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the cookie walk


Take one church hall, fill it with trestles, decorate for Christmas, and spend an entire morning filling and refilling the trestles with cookies until, around the middle of the afternoon, they have all gone. Picked out by generous patrons who willingly purchase these, chosen with care, looking for favourites from years gone by... all to contribute to "Habitat for Humanity".

As you enter the hall you are issued with a box and a plastic glove, pointed in the general direction of the "start" and then you walk up and down the rows of tables, choosing your Christmas cookies. All the hand-made biscuits are donated, some obviously family affairs if the icing on the gingerbread men is any guide.

The hall is full of music, cheerful voices, and efficient helpers topping up plates and then consolidating the display as thousands of cookies disappear out the door with happy purchasers.

What a great fund-raiser for a wonderful cause. As I watch to make sure noone is sneezing near my chosen cookies, I remember regulations regarding church fairs and something tells me that food and health wardens would not allow this in dear old NZ.

Occasionally, surely, it's OK to bend the rules?
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oh, and... (further to yesterday's post)

+ watched a certain short video over and over and over again,
+ renewed friendships with extended family
+ went to a Christmas cookie walk
+ and a Christmas parade
+ enjoyed the squirrels playing on the doorstep,
+ saw a beautiful blue jay in the tree close to the window
+ drooled in a book store
+ bought some art magazines
+ shopped for warm clothes
+ marvelled at the progress of an artist at work
+ revisited a revamped historic part of town
+ contemplated cultural differences
+ purchased some chai tea
+ appreciated being driven around to see the Victorian Front Porch Christmas decorations and lights

and ate fried green tomatoes again!

Today I am also grateful for emails from afar.

and...

* played peek-a-boo in the curtains
* robot Nonna in the hallway
* pirates with booty at munch-time,

* danced to the Wiggles
* laughed with the Tele Tubbies
* "looked" and "see-ed" through a child's eyes
* gazed at "babee tarshar" on the computer
* giggled with the giggler over musical Elmo
* "wowed" at the Christmas lights
* "yummed" at all things yummy
* snuggled at evey opportunity,

* loved being used as a human box-horse
* marvelled at the intelligence of a little one
* enjoyed all the smiles, the cheeky ones, the flirtatious ones

...just been a Nonna!

Today I am grateful for grown up children and not-so-grown-up grandchildren

9 December 2010

the old new broom

Clothes sorted and packed away,
Dozens of tiny socks reunited,
Toys sorted by relevance,
CDs and videos sorted,
Books located and relocated,
Food bin groceries ready for delivery,
Swimming pool dismantled,
Pikelets made and eaten,
Hot soup on the stove,
Cupboards painted, however badly,

...almost done.

It's nearly time for Nonna to go home.

Today I am grateful for the opportunity to lend a helping hand.

6 December 2010

yummmm...

Kettle brand krinkle cut potato chips, (party size) Salt and fresh ground pepper flavour... YUM! (Purchased at Earth Fare).

Today I am grateful for Earth Fare, the healthy supermarket.

1 December 2010

just occasionally

Just occasionally I treat myself to some time reading in English. No big deal? Well, these days it is to me. My struggle to learn Italian is not helped by reading and thinking in English, but often the frustrations of not exercising other parts of my brain is too much and I need to explore themes in depth, in English.

Saturday and Sunday I read a novel, thought provoking, ideologically challenging, historically interesting, and as a novel with a simple yet complicated plot, most satisfying. The novel is Sacred Hearts by Sarah Dunant. This is the second novel I have read this year that has a deceptively simple story-line. The complexity and satisfaction is in the detail, the accuracy and depth of research, and the richness and flair of description. The other, of course, was The Burning Mountain by L J Adlington, a novel for teenagers based on the eruptions of Mount Vesuvious and the WWII battle of Cassino.

Today, in my quest to find something completely different via Google, I stumbled upon more interesting reading. This time it is New Zealand authors on New Zealand themes. I have been accused of deserting New Zealand, of not caring. "Not true", I cry, it is simply that for now I need to be elsewhere. If I really had deserted New Zealand I wouldn't have been excited when I found this page of writings by prominent New Zealanders all caring enough about New Zealand to write their visions for us all to read.

Today I am grateful for stimulating articles and books to read in English.