Today is the last day of Mental Health Awareness Week in New Zealand. The main theme of the week is Connect which is one of the five ways of achieving, and maintaining, Well-Being , for each and every one of us.
Those of you who have been reading my blog for a while will know how fascinated I am with connections and connectedness; how I love to see the weavings we make in the tapestry of our world. So, with the theme of Connect very much on my mind this week, here is another post dedicated to the silken threads, delicate stitches, the warps and wefts, the skilful hands and minds, that bind us together on the great work-in-progress that is life’s journey.
Remember the Atlas? What we used before Google Maps. Here is my copy of Bartholomews Advanced Atlas of Modern Geography, Tenth (metric) Edition, published in 1973.
It was given to me, as a school prize, in my final year at high school, (presumably for Geography; the book-plate is missing, so I no longer know ). It is a beautiful book and was, once, much used. Mostly, it sits idly on the bookshelf, these days, which is a shame because it is full of wonderful information and exquisite workmanship, every bit as fine as that which is found in a Gallery masterpiece.
The last map in the Atlas is of New Zealand, which seems an appropriate placement for a small country, almost at the end of the world. Here is where I live; Christchurch, Canterbury, New Zealand, the World…….
Thanks to early settler, Charles Alured Jeffreys (1821-1904) of Glandyfi, Machynlleth, Wales,
my city , supposedly, has the most street names of Welsh origin of any New Zealand settlement. In the suburb of Bryndwr, we have the names Snowdon, Garreg, Plynlimon, Idris and Penhelig and Glandovey ( Glandyfi). And we pronounce those place names in ways that no Welsh speaker would recognise. Curiously, the only residents of our city who pronounce Idris correctly, (so I am told), are those with Islamic or Coptic backgrounds. They say “Id (t)ris” and we, of British ancestry, say Aye tdruss. What the Cader Idris/Coptic/Islamic connection is about, I don’t know, but Idris is one of the Ancient Prophets of Islam, and may also be Enoch of the Bible.
It is, perhaps, because I see Welsh words on a daily basis
that my ears and eyes were alerted to the sounds and sights of Mike Howe’s blog, where Mike shares with us the true landscape of Wales; the landscape which our early Welsh resident, Mr Jeffreys, tried so hard to impose on his raw, new homeland, Christchurch.
Here is Mike’s tribute to Carl Sagan, who like the Idris of Wales and Idris the Prophet was a philosopher and man of wisdom . The music is called Pale Blue Dot.
The images in the video clip are from Skomer Island which my Atlas says is here 🙂
Mike’s music may come from hands and heart, enfolding and unfolding the spirit of Wales, but, for me, his music travels; it has no boundaries. For me, some music is about a place or time, a memory or an emotion, but my favourite pieces are those that travel; pieces that are music for the journey.
Another of my favourite composers of travelling music is Mulatu Astatke; this composition is called When am I going to get there?
And now I have; got there; to the end of my post on connectedness. Has your Well-Being improved? If not, and my route around the world has been too long for you, look to my side bar, and rest, whilst you listen to Mike’s soothing Time Stand Stills.