Warnings: Whinging, alleged morbidness, and a grey squirrel: the most foul-mouthed of North American creatures.
“It is the supple tree which bends in the gale, while the one that is stiff and rigid either snaps or is pulled up by the roots.”
When you don’t get out much, even a brief glimpse at Wolverhampton after a training course is a treat.
Turns out that Wolves is worth a look, especially if, like me, you love sculpture: public, and the kind you only see in galleries.
I also managed to add a few photos to my “ghost sign” collection:
Nope, no idea what this says, or what it’s about. Look it up: you’re on the internet. Yes, I am, too, but I’m also writing, making French toast, and keeping an ear out for a blackbird who has probably run out of mealworms, and is rather annoyed about it.
Speaking of sculpture, and death, I’ve written before about Hyde Park Cemetery, most recently when they added several new carvings.
As a member of the Friends of Hyde Park Cemetery, I was pleased to find that last week’s training course was next to a cemetery.
An acquaintance recently said they thought my interest in our local Victorian cemetery was “morbid”, given I don’t have any family buried there.
Now, however, I can refer to my “wellbeing” course, which suggests that people suffering from stress should “Spend time in nature”. Which includes cemeteries.
The course talked a lot about “resilience”, and keeping well: two things which, if I received a report card, I’d probably get a C- in, with the comment “Could try harder”. It also covered the question of values.
Given a list, what would you choose as your top 10? We then did a walkabout, looking at each other’s values.
I was a bit perplexed that two out of the 10 people present included “cleanliness”. Oh yes, I’ve done shifts with your partners in anti-grime.
Memories … like the dusty corners of my mind. And house.
The point, the trainer said, is to understand that one person’s values can be quite different from another’s. Eg, “cleanliness” vs “wisdom”: my top value.
The trainer also gave several definitions of resilience. Many used the phrase “bounce back” which, whilst it makes me think of Skippy and his kangaroo friends, I’m okay with. Another, taken from a dictionary, included “quickly”, a word I’m not so okay with.
Because my idea of “quickly” recovering from bad news may be hours, or days, or even weeks, or months. Years, now, in the case of a bereavement I may never “bounce back” from.
Looking back, I seem to trip up over the difference between what I think is “quickly”, vs other people’s definitions.
When asked “Why are you reacting this way?”, to me, “Because I’m bloody bipolar” is a perfectly reasonable response.
It seems “reasonable” – like the words “quickly”, and “morbid” – is in the eye of the beholder. And this beholder needs to spend more time in galleries, and graveyards.
In part, because they’re generally pretty quiet. Plus, no one tells you you’re not responding to the sculpture quickly enough, or in an appropriate manner.