Creating a Moment or Planting a Seed?


Is the importance that I’ve created a moment and walked away from it or that I have planted a seed, a resource, to come back to?

Does it need to be ‘important’?  Not really, I think the fact that the moment existed is the point.

So, one recent visit to the beach – give me a sunny day and I can’t keep away – I decided to stop and sit for a while.  Not because I was tired, but it’s something I now do.  The colours on the beach, or the pebbles, the sand, the sheer variation is an easy inspiration.  This is maybe why I stop, to take it all in, to focus.  There is a kind of ‘pebble blindness’ that occurs when walking and looking down for that special stone.  It’s better to sit, move the pebbles with my fingers, listen to the sound they make, the background wash of the sea to shore.

Love-heart stones are are abundant, I kind of need to pick each up each one.  Each one I see, makes me think of someone, that someone is sending me love and that I shouldn’t ignore it or walk by.  Have I an attachment to the stone or to what I feel it represents at that moment (or whom) or is it a connection to the landscape?  I’d like to think it’s both, both are eloquently speaking to me, reaching out, saying ‘I’m here, I’m thinking of you too’.

So, returning to my original question, is my arranging pebbles, collecting love-heart stones and savouring the image with a photo, the point?  To create, at that moment, to stop, to pause, to focus and engage with the landscape and then to walk away from it.  I feel by creating the moment, by letting something ‘good’ in, some ‘peace’, I am planting a seed.  Creating a resource that I can return to.  On good days, bad days, inbetween days when I just arrive at the beach and feel it.

Beachy Bunting: Air Dry Clay Craft, 7 May 2015


‘My Stash’ of seaglass collected today: pebbles, glass & a shell

Beachy Bunting

Decided to get out of town today, a change of scenery.  Making that decision when I get up in the morning is usually priceless, to be prepared: flask of coffee, three bananas (yes, ate them all), bottle of water for pup and… pup.

Headed to local beach, making a beeline for a small store I’d spotted last weekend, running Craft Workshops.  I’m signed up to attend a Crochet class; to which my daughter piped up: ‘ZZZZ, you’re turning into a Granny!’ I promptly updated her that  ‘Crochet is cool on the craft scene right now…’.

My search for seaglass was hard, really hard.  I’d heard it was a great beach for such finds, but, nothing.  Plus, slightly annoyingly, loads of other people seemed to be doing the same, scanning the shore, kestral-focus, hover and drop.  They were swiping up stones I couldn’t even find!  There must be a secret beach code…

After wandering along with pup and mooching amongst the pebbles, I thought: I need to stand still, to pause and I can focus on what’s around me: masses of beautiful, light, matt pebbles.  So, I found a spot, sat myself down and started to rummage around in the pebbles. Then I got it.  That was the point, I had to pause to see what I was looking for and when I did, it was simple and fruitful.

Amber, jade, grass green, brushed clear: all slightly sparkling gems washed up, hidden under rocks, mixing with sand, around.  Sparce, but around.

It was that moment of being mindful, that pause, that awareness, that helped unlock my creativity.  I knew straight away what I wanted to create and did.  White air dry clay: smooth and matt to work with, pure.  A decent mixture of pebbles and coloured seaglass.   A love heart.

DAS air dry clay, £4 The Works

DAS air dry clay, £4 The Works

It was nice to work with the clay, just simple, just nice.  Not sure if the glass will stick, but I worked them into the clay enough to create a concave space, a well, edging the clay to overlap slightly, which, when dry, will hopefully form a clasp.  So, love heart – that happened, then a triangle, then another, then bunting.  ‘Beachy Bunting’!

Pictures on here so far, show my ‘stash’, clay and middle process, waiting to dry (presently on a cake cooling tray, which seems to allow the air to circulate).  Remind me to post a pic of the end result, as ‘bunting’.  Hmmm, now the decision of using ribbon, thread or twine…


Beachy Bunting: clay drying out.

Today once more


Listening to Brian Jonestown Massacre: ‘Vad hande Med Dem?’… Via youtube search.  My foot is a-tapping, my ears, my ears – what is this sound going in my ears??!  I like it.

It’s started raining again outside, blue skies and white clouds, but a cold April rain.  Really ‘vertical’ rain.  Dog is snug in blanky and my coffee has ran out.  These kinda days take me back, ‘black coffee blues’ kinda days.  Rainy days are always there with the option of inspiration, waiting to get you to do something, if you notice it.  Always ready.

Blog: still figuring this out, so bare with me.  I hope to use this as a place to be aware, to look, think, create, pause and see where it goes.