Home (today)

Home is a metal robin and a vase

Andy Harrod

I write not out of a desire to tell stories, but a need to understand what it is to be alive. Though the use of writing, art and photography I explore themes of love, loneliness, despair, hope and the individual. I believe creativity is at its most beautiful when it challenges; wanting my writing and art to make people pause, reflect and feel. I am interested in if and when do we awake to our life, to a sense this is it and to living in the moment. I am curious to why for so many of those moments we are not authentic, instead we live hidden behind masks and afraid to be who we are; ruled by external messages, expectations and demands on us, rather than guided by our sense of self and the present. My writing is fuelled by the hope that by engaging authentically with ourselves and others we stop fearing difference and embrace our own individualism and enjoy this collective individualism. The rest is up to each of us.

View my writing and books at http://decodingstatic.co.uk.

Contact me at andy@decodingstatic.co.uk or on twitter @DecodingStatic.

 

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Meditation on Hiraeth

 

Elan Valley, June 2016

I am coming back to me.

I see my reflection in the landscape,

in the place, in the sounds, the smells, the language.

I see myself, whole.

 

Feel my feet planted in the ground.

Sense my roots deep and strong.

I feel the living wood,

the sun on my skin, filling me with light.

 

Hear the breath of the breeze move through me.

Feel the cool water as it runs over my feet.

Feel it in my veins. Taste it.

It is a part of me.

 

Let me sit on this hillside,

body close to the earth,

The rhythm of life beats in me,

As above, so below.

 

My heart sings out loud, a ‘calon lan’,

I am of the land where Oaks grow

and birdsong fills my being.

I am home.

 

Ruth Raymer

Ruth is a walker, thinker, dreamer and writer. She says that her soul speaks in Welsh and Hiraeth pulls her back to Wales at every opportunity.In October 2017, she will embark on PhD research at the University of Essex as a CHASE DTP scholar, writing on the concept of Home and the human search for it.

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The Seethingographer #2 Summer 2017: Going Home

The Seethingographer #2

We are delighted to launch the second issue of The Seethingographer today!

This is a collection of writing and images on the theme of ‘Going Home’. Submissions were opened up worldwide, and we had an amazing international response!

A word from our guest editor Sinead Keegan…..
Reading through the submissions for this issue of The Seethingographer was a peek behind the curtains and around the corners of the spaces people call home. These pages are filled with the nuances of what it means to go home, from Alan Boyce’s gritty reality of homelessness to the hearth fairy of Julia Rose Lewis. Sometimes we find ourselves on the threshold, neither home nor away from home, as in Roger Leege’s ‘Fast Food’ which showed me a moment from my own childhood, and Maite Lisa Jordao’s permanent liminal emigrant existence ‘Coming Home’. Whether you know the places described, or they are alien, like Jim Lawrence’s cosmic view ‘Super Ape’, at the heart of all the pieces is the home we all know or perhaps long for. Enjoy the journey. Enjoy the homecoming.

Thanks to Alban Low at Sampson Low Ltd and to The Marvellous Smellymaroo for design and layout. Buy a copy of The Seethingographer #2 here for £2 + £1.20 p&pBuy Now Button

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Two Running Poems

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Runners

       hell.

You, that’s who!

Sweaty locks and discomfort.

Trust in a few jelly babies for every

emotional and physical

        response

Found poem from 9 things you need for race day survival


Runner’s roots

Found: one trainer along the Portsmouth Road,

rooted to its spot atop a wall.

Lace tendrils carefully pruned, suggest a

recent transplantation.




Less is more,

except when running,

then two feet are always better than

                one.

        Run on.

Circuit complete, the trainer remains.

Pale circular roots have sprouted.

It means to settle. And why not, since this

                                         wall

                                         is as nice

                                         as any,

with its south-facing aspect and communal garden.

It’s the sort of place that nourishes

the soul;

the sort of place that one might

                 blossom.

By Lisa Davison
Lisa is running the Royal Parks Half Marathon
to raise money for Children and the Arts Start Hospices programme.
http://uk.virginmoneygiving.com/fundraiser-web/fundraiser/showFundraiserPage.action?userUrl=LisaAndrews6&faId=728966&isTeam=false

 

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Seething Town, the place I want to be

That Seething Feline (photo by Lucy Furlong)
That Seething Feline (pic by Lucy Furlong)

Back to the future. It all started in the Museum of the Future. It had been a detective agency once, reminded him of one of the Douglas Adams novels, Dirk Gently Holistic Detective Agency or something like that. The whole area was known as the Wells, somewhere he had passed by many times but he had heard many interesting stories about it and now here he was. He looked up and even the clouds looked a bit different. Definitely something different about the place though he couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was.

He started walking along the street, noticed a few road cones and a small yard with some hollyhock plants in it, then started walking along the main road near the river. A couple of cyclists went past, it reminded him that there was a big cycle race the following weekend, happened every year and always lots of people watching, some having picnics on the local village green or watching it pass by outside the local pub.

On past the local wine store and the Old waterworks building which was now a gym and student accommodation. He remembered the time the waterworks was still in use and even the slight smell from the old filter beds  and looking around began to imagine what it might have been like back in the day. Now it was a wildlife haven, a few years ago someone had the idea of building floating houses there but  fortunately that had been abandoned. So many stories he had heard about the area, about giants and caves and a mysterious goat-boy, wondering how many of them were true, maybe that was where the detective agency came in ..

He was brought back from his reverie by his friend passing by with his large but amiable husky type dog, he lived just round the corner and they chatted for a while, walking past the car showroom and the golf studio . After the man left he walked on towards the gated estate, no dogs allowed in the park there so just as well his friend had left by then he thought. He then noticed a cat was following him, as he approached the private garden, looked like a lovely place with large garden, shared walkway and small pond and fountain in the distance. He played with the cat for a few moments before it wandered back to where it had come from. Remarkable to think that the garden had once been a small reservoir, even Alan Titchmarsh hadn’t managed that big a makeover.

Soon be was passing the park where they held a community sports day every year, and then through the Wells estate on the way back to the Museum. There was definitely something different about this place,whether it was the distinctive appearance, the wild garden with the bee hives, and the back gardens of the houses near the Museum. Maybe it was here that the strange tale he had heard about the little goat boy who lived in a cave underneath the mountain originated, it all began to make a bit of sense.

Finally it was back past the old emporium shop with contented cat inside and back to the Museum

As he met up with his friends in the Young Sheep pub afterwards, he reflected, yes there was magic in Seething Town …

By Mark Badcock

 

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Art for a Day…Today!

Kay Galbraith- The Art Fairy
Kay Galbraith- The Art Fairy

Art For A Day will be a multi-disciplinary art event over 24 hours raising money for Creative Youth.
Beginning at 3pm on the 29th August during the community picnic in St Andrew’s Square, Surbiton, Art For A Day will see multiple artists creating work and running workshops over the 24 hours and will be spread out between the Lamb Pub and the Museum of Futures.

Two artists Kay Galbraith and Eddie Langham will be creating a piece of art over the 24 hours. Kay will be painting and Eddie will be making a fashion piece. Members of the community will be invited to bring their inspiration and take part in both pieces.

From the Lamb website:

The wonderful Kay Galbraith will be creating a painting over 24hours, she told us a little bit about her and the project:

“I started painting in January 2012 and shortly after I found myself illustrating a book written by Robin Hutchinson called The Little Rainbow Coloured Bird which supports Creative Youth.
From then on I always supported Creative Youth and the wonderful festival that fills Kington with energy and life for a few
weeks in July.
I had been mulling over what fund raising event I could possibly do to support them when I came up with the idea of painting a watercolour over 24 hours! Another reason being is I feel I don’t paint enough and this will make me paint!!!
The painting will then be auctioned later in the year with all monies going to Creative Youth Charity.”

Throughout the event many other artists will be producing work which will culminate in an exhibition and auction in a few months. There will also be many workshops and opportunities to get involved and create something of your own which could be included in the exhibition.

The money raised through this event will go to Creative Youth, organisers of the international Youth Arts Festival. Creative Youth enables young people to realise their potential through the arts, develops young people by equipping them with the skills and confidence to succeed in business and the arts, and celebrates the achievements of young people in the arts worldwide during the International Youth Arts Festival. It is a special charity helping the headliners of tomorrow get noticed and helping those young people who need skills, direction and support to get noticed too! Have a look at www.creativeyouthcharity.org

Our community always gives very generously and we’d like to say a big thank you! To give you an idea of the difference your donation can make to, here’s an idea of what it can go towards:

£900 covers the new and much needed music equipment
£320 covers the cost of road closures for an event
£100 covers the cost of hiring a van for a day
£12.20 pays for travel for a musician, another £12 covers a meal and drink as well
£25 buys art supplies
£3 buys a box of pens

If you would like to make a donation please follow the link bellow to the team Just Giving page.
https://www.justgiving.com/teams/artforaday

 

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Oh little town of Seething Wells

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Oh, little town of Seething Wells, how still we see thee lie – Meandering through our own waterworks, we risked being run down, by joggers or commuters we crossed at lights.

Tourists from another world, gazing in awe at blue painted railings, snapping brickwork and each other.  Visitors gathering samples to take back to our craft.

Like schoolboys we searched our pockets for things to drop into a well, took photos of the sun, quenched by filterbeds.
Brave voyagers, we walked amongst the resting places of a thousand souls.  Where were these creatures for whom water had been cleaned and towers built?

We called, yet no one answered, tuned instead to cobbled together tales of northern streets on glowing screens hung on walls where once their ancestors gazed benignly down.  Good grace stayed our hands that longed to knock and wake them up.

Leave them to their slumbers, like Titania’s host, we must away, to pick through the gathered fruits, choosing which to eat and which to store away.

By Robin Rutherford

http://www.robinrutherford.co.uk/

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Poem

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Heel and sole
as a span of fan
soothes with cool draught
as a cool draught
‘twixt cup and pain
heals a soul
heel and sole.
By Simon Tyrrell
(originally from Seething Writers writing prompt: Ready, Steady Write)
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Face Embellishing at Surbiton Food Festival

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Photo by Tangle photography

I should be used to it by now, smiley people running towards me to
present their faces for glitter dots or a painted stencil of Lefi, or specially
for this festival, a design of a cup cake!

It wasn’t always like that.  I would show people a mirror and they would
shy away and say “yuck”. “Take that away I never look at myself in a
mirror”  Always a negative response and with a heavy heart I would ask
if they would like some glitter dots like mine?

“Oh ok” I carefully applied the liquid silver with tiny dots around the
eyes and forehead then showed the very same mirror. “That’s so
beautiful!!”  “Gorgeous.”

This glitter dotting has become a tribal look, and the face embellishing adds colour, interest and joy to the Seething events.
Simone Kay has been painting faces since working on a play bus in the early 80’s and face painting at the first  Kingston Green Fair.  At Glastonbury festival she started to cut and use her own stencils to help speed up face painting 160 people in two hours with her team. She has always enjoyed using sparkly glitter as it seems to lift the spirits of participants and observers.

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Lost Property

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Lost property
dropped from the hand,
who knows where they fell,
better to have lost, than never loved at all,
Christ lost a cup, and a shoe, up the hill.
By Robin Rutherford.
http://www.robinrutherford.co.uk/

(originally from Seething Writers writing prompt: Ready, Steady Write)

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