100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups – #47 … My thoughts
At first I thought, ‘Great!’ If we all thought more about tea and less about petrol and the oil industry; then life would be a more peaceful – sorted.
But then I thought ‘Have nations fought and lost wars over tea and its manufacture?’ Probably,
‘Has the the tea industry been free from political influence?’ There was the Boston Tea Party .
This picture doesn’t represent the dominance of tea and the insignificance of oil in the brave new world. No, It says lets have fun; lets make a filling station like a teapot and less like a shopping mall – Allelujah.
Wednesday’s Wise Woman … Annie Besant
This is not an original piece … ‘What’s new?’ I hear you say. As I have been beaten by a recent BBC radio programme this week Melvyn Bragg and his guests discussed the life of the prominent 19th-century social reformer Annie Besant who was born in 1847.
http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b006qykl
However, I did come across books by Annie Besant when cataloguing a small and rather old collection of religious books that had remained in our basement ‘uncatalogued’ for a bit too long. As a student of Buddhism and a Sanskrit scholar I was drawn by one called A study of Karma c1910. and decided then that I would research her at some point.
Annie Besant championed many so called lost causes and bought them to public attention including secularism, women’s rights, Socialism, Irish Home Rule, birth control and better conditions for workers. She wrote numerous articles and pamphlets and spoke publicly in support of workers who worked in shocking conditions. For example the female workers who went on strike with a successful result at the Bryant and May match factory in East London in 1888. She was a member of the Socialist League and the Fabian Society.Even though women at that time were not able to take part in parliamentary politics; she combined her socialist principles with feminism and stood for election for the London School Board she won the poll with a majority of 15000 votes.
In the early 1890 she broke away from her political links and became a follower of theosophy. A belief system founded by Madame Blavatsky in 1875; that brought together elements of Hinduism, Buddhism and other Eastern religions. Theosophy maintained the Hindu idea that karma and reincarnation with nirvana (freedom from suffering) and then enlightenment was the aim.
Annie Besant lived in India where she remained interested in the the rights of women and founded the Central Hindu College at Benares (Varanasi) in 1898. Here she studied and graduated with degree in Sanskrit literature, English literature and Indian history.
Meanwhile she continued to write to British newspapers in support of the women’s suffrage movement. In 1911 was one of the main speakers at a suffrage rally in London.
While in India, Annie was an advocate Indian Home Rule. In 1916 established and became the president of the Indian Home Rule League.Later, in 1917 she became the president of the Indian National Congress, but later split with Gandhi; although she shared his commitment to action that was both militant and non-violent, they had other differences. Despite her previous left wing views she was not happy with their socialist leanings.
For many years until the end of her life, she campaigned for India’s independence at home and abroad. Wearing her own adaptation the Indian dress, she was striking presence on speakers’ platforms.
After her death in 1933, colleagues; including Aldous Huxley and Guido Ferrando, built Happy Valley School, now known as Besant Hill School in California in her honour.
For 19 years Annie traveled the world, tirelessly campaigning for the poor and underprivileged with humility and grace. Never reflecting the sadness and grief she had endured in her private life … a noteworthy wise woman.
Karma (from The light of Asia by Sir Edwin Arnold)
It knows not wrath nor pardon ; utter true
It measures mete, its faultless weighs ;
Times are nought, tomorrow it will judge
Or after many days.
By this slayer’s knife did stab himself ;
The unjust judge hath lost his own defender ;
The false tongue dooms its lie ; the creeping thief
And the spoiler rob, to render.
Such is the law which moves to righteousness,
Which none at can turn aside or stay;
The heart of it is love, the end of it
Is peace and consummation sweet. Obey!
Weekly Photo Challenge … Create
How was your Sunday?
Sunday is no longer the day of rest. It has become a day of the week like any other; things to do and places to go. Yesterday, I went to Basildon Park, Pangbourne for a photography workshop.
It had been planned for weeks, so I was well prepared; new memory card and charged battery. Sunday ‘things to do’ were ‘done’ on Saturday. So there were no practical reasons why I should not go. Just the nagging doubt in my ability and a misplaced idea that I could be a photographer. And the raging school room and teacher fear.
As Basildon Park is local I considered cycling. But as the weather was not just unsettled it was dramatically changeable; there was a risk that I would be blown off my bike and drowned. So not a happy option.
So I took the car, with my husband so he could drive home and make use of the car during the day. This was good move; I love to drive and it is difficult to bite your fingernails and negotiate the twists and turns of the A329. Plus without cycling garb I could at least arrive a looking a little like a lady who photographs. Instead I felt like a girl on her first day at school.
However these fears and misconceptions were short lived. Moreover the weather was kind the heavy rain had stopped by mid morning and the promised sun shone all afternoon albeit a little cloudy and very windy. It did not spoil the day.
Also the teaching was not as I expected Peter was a perfect instructor; surprisingly not at all technical. Although the ‘pupils’ except me were clearly of the techno age; his style suited us all. From the moment we sat down we were working with our cameras and before long we were out in the house and gardens practicing our new found skills.
It really was a great day and I cannot wait to go again …. so another step.
The lavender spire
spilled perfume on the breeze
invited a breath
Nela Bligh
Silent Sunday
Saturday’s supplication
Most of us pray or make wishes with or without spiritual inclination. Whether it is for wealth, beauty or well being; we do it. I am not alone. We try, I hope to include all beings in our prayer. For instance when wishing for my children; with all the awareness I can muster. Just in case a god is indeed listening; I am a belt and braces person. I say ‘May all children behave well today; for Grandma’ or ‘May all children be well enough to go to school today’ when I have a pretty hard day ahead!
Also care with words is good I find; considering again anyone up in that heavenly place. When life is getting hectic and we wish for ‘a day off’ is a bit risky because as sure as eggs are eggs our fate might come and the end of our well paid job!
I have found praying or wishing is a an art not to be abused.
So this brings me to my wish and question.
Tomorrow I am going to a photography course it is the second in the series for beginners or improvers with a SLR. The standard will have risen; I have worked hard and improved a little. I do not enjoy the class room situation. I am envious of others; they all will seem physically and mentally in tune while I am a gibbering idiot.
I wish that while I will not be David Bailey (as discussed earlier not a sensible prayer!) I will retain any new information, accept my achievements – not top of the class and not bottom.
How can I with compassion and wisdom, in a world where people would give their right arm and more to have a potion of my life, ask for more?
…. and oh yes the sun, can it shine too?
Friday’s library snapshot … Stained glass window
This lovely stained glass window is above the doors that lead from the Reading Room and into the garden.
The Reading Room is vital part of the Museum of English Rural Life, University of Reading and situated in St Andrew’s Hall a building of considerable historic interest.
St Andrew’s Hall was originally designed by the Victorian architect Alfred Waterhouse as a private home for local man Alfred Palmer in 1880. The house was then known as East Thorpe.
Alfred Palmer gave the house to the University to become the first women-only hall of residence in Reading.
The Dining Room has now become the Reading Room while we know a little about the fire places and the tiles seen a week or two ago we know nothing about the design or the creator of this stain glass window.
Which a real shame because it it admired greatly by readers and staff.
100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups – Week#46
Why is it? When I need to remember the Sanskrit alphabet; verbs or nouns, even those I have revised every night for months. Or various conjugations and paradigms learned like parrot each day for a year. When researching the subtle differences between feminine, masculine and neuter. Or I wish to learn the meaning of a particular word, only yesterday I added to my vocabulary list. I have to delve into the dark recess of my mind.
Yet when I hear two bars from a pop song played on the radio in 1959 I can remember every note, word and the position it held in the top twenty.
Wednesday’s wise Woman … Ekajati
I came upon this text while looking for some script to practice my calligraphy. It is a mantra to the goddess Ekajati (Sanskrit) in Tibetan she is known as ral chig ma which translates as the ‘one with one braid of hair’
She is one of the Twenty One Taras and considered one of the most powerful and fierce goddesses of Indo-Tibetan mythology. According to Tibetan legend, Ekajati, is a Bon goddess, belonging to a religion that pre-dated Buddhism in Tibet. With strong shamanistic traditions it was considered by some as an unorthodox form of Buddhism. Ekajati met with Padmasambhava; a sage guru from India who is believed to have bought Vajrayana Buddhism to Tibet in the 8th century, pieced her right eye so that she could challenge and destroy Tibetan demons.
There are many images of Ekajati some in her peaceful form with a dark blue body, one face and two arms, holding a skull bowl and a chopping knife at her heart. Between her eyes she has a vertical wisdom eye gazing into space and sitting in the vajra position and wearing ornaments of the joy state. Sometimes she appears in wrathful form twice her human size; shrieking, her eye boiling as she gnashing her fang and brandishing weapons.
She is a goddess but not one that sits in heaven; promising us nice things if we are good or forgiveness if we are bad.
She reflects the qualities that we have already to conduct our lives for the benefit of all. The qualities that we were born with; that over time have become hidden, tarnished and forgotten.
As the mother of all Buddhas she is a constant reminder of our goodness. She is dedicated to her followers, has infinite compassion for the suffering of all beings and can slice away fear and danger with her knife.
So in my opinion worth honouring in my feeble attempt at the ancient skill of calligraphy.
Weekly Photo Challenge … Close
I have used the verb ‘to close’
I have some Flame Arctotsis planted in a container in my south-facing garden. As the sun comes up they open and at the end of the day they close. This changeable weather sometimes confuses them.
To celebrate this I composed a Haiku Poem
Open petals to
the sun turn gracefully when
she cools you close tight
Nela Bligh















