You don’t know what you’ve got ’til it’s gone.
Although objects will be revealed one by one, the fate of each object will remain open until a clear consensus is reached. The most beautiful appreciation or cogent argument will be chosen by general agreement. Stewardship of the object will then be transferred to the respondent who may decide to return it to the Manchester Museum or some other place.
The Manchester Hermit is about his work. Must be hot in that tower today.
There is a stunning photo of a skull…todays object for consideration.
I tried to run the usual update for the content management system this afternoon and everything blew up!
From John in Houston
Yes there were a few hours of off-line time for Jade yesterday. And now you can see, everything is back to normal. Interestingly it is sometimes easier to say good by to something big like the whole site, potentially for ever, than a single post I’ve lost in the middle of writing it.
Thanks to John, your steady presence as web mentor is much appreciated.
(Uh, not quite out of the woods yet. I see a note about one or two problems with the instalation…)
Crowding into my mind are images and snippets of conversations and faces and laughter and stories and old friends, not seen for years, and…so many ands when I think about this morning. When the guest here for the weeks sesshin, left.
Last words, the slam of a door, a van glides down the drive, break lights blinking on, before disappear out of sight. Gone. Once more the shining lights move off into the wider world. Sesshin is a time of looking deeply within. Allowing the surface chatter and concerns and worries to slip away. People come with a question of themselves. It just seems to work like that. Rather as if one brings a truth to test out, sit with, return to over and over again. Don’t hang on and don’t push away, anything. Let go of everything! Over the years, or said at the right time, this simple teaching has a profound impact. Oh! Everything. This is a step by step and in the moment kind of thing. (Don’t try to figure that out please.)
At the start of the week I met up with a woman and we talked. We know each other very well and over very many years. Leaving her I noticed an almost mantra like saying playing in my head. Your truth is shot through with holes. Now the rain can get in, the sun can shine through, your truth is shot through with holes. Over and over for several days this played in my mind. I thought it was the start of a post, a poem perhaps. The post didn’t happen.
Having tea this morning, talking back and forth about nothing of much consequence, she suddenly drew breath. Oh, I must tell you something really strange, she said. Over the past four days I’ve completely forgotten something and I can’t remember what it is…because I’ve forgotten it! It’s about something I’ve been doing for years. And now? Well it’s gone! Can’t remember what it was. I don’t particularly want to remember anyway. I didn’t need to ask, because it showed so clearly. The rain had got in and the sun was shine peacefully.
What can I say? Lovely to see people.
Trepanation according to Wikipedia.
Many thanks to Impacted Nurse for pointing out this article in New Scientist which talks about the use of trepanation (an illustration) as a potential cure for Alzheimer’s.
Deep breath, another deep breath…I guess there is merit in knowing what is going on in the world of science and medicine. Personally I like the standing on ones head cure. Painful, yet less invasive! But not for everybody.