‘Museum Without Walls’…..Inward Migration….
by Bernie Bell - 07:49 on 30 November 2022
‘Museum Without Walls’…..
I wasn’t aware of this…. https://archaeologyorkney.com/2022/11/29/cateran-project/
What a fantastic idea!!! What a massive undertaking – drawing it all together.
And - of course - it hit me – all landscape is a museum without walls….. https://theorkneynews.scot/2019/08/05/innocent-landscapes/
Much food for thought.
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Inward Migration….
I read this… https://emergencemagazine.org/essay/the-inward-migration-in-apocalyptic-times/ …and thought of how during the Covid pandemic many people have turned inward, having less access to the outer world. And how the outer world becomes less and less appealing to be part of.
But – we have to pay attention and take part – or life on earth could all too easily go to hell in a hat box.
Retreating is necessary sometimes – either into ourselves, or to a peaceful place.
Into The Silence
Go into the Silence
Work with it
Don’t fight it.
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Take out the ear-phones
Turn off the Smartphones
Still the radio
And the TV’s blaring.
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Walk, Sit
Be.
BB May 2021
My eldest sister used to go on Retreat to an island on Lough Derg, Ireland – land of my ancestors - https://www.discoverireland.ie/donegal/lough-derg-place-of-pilgrimage . She spent her working life as a nurse – first psychiatric, then geriatric. She needed to retreat now and then.
She said that one of the things which she liked most was to stand at the edge of the Lough, barefoot, with her feet in the mud, and just feel it – feel the mud between her toes, and the wetness, and the earth. She’d just stand there - grounded – connecting and distancing at the same time.
Did her a world of good.
Then she’d go back to intensive, demanding nursing.
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Reading the ‘Inward Migration’ piece reminded me of something I wrote some time ago…. https://theorkneynews.scot/2018/04/06/ayers-rock-ramblings/
I’m presently reading ‘The Exploits of Moominpappa’ - and I quote….
“Morning’, said the Mymble’s daughter. She was standing at the pump washing her small brothers and sisters. ‘Have you swallowed a lemon?’
‘We’re not explorers any more, we’re colonists,’ I said.
‘Pestilence,’ said the Mymble’s daughter. ‘That’s bad.’
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Here’s one I made earlier…. https://theorkneynews.scot/2019/10/29/mooching-about-at-the-bu/
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