I’m visiting my family in Poland at the moment so I’ll be taking a short break from blogging. I hope to be back to writing in May. Above are a few shots from my lovely village in Poland. Speak to you soon. Alicja x
Postcards from Poland
Tag: Photography
Cyprus: Bread-Sharing After The Mass in The Maronite Church
Two baskets filled with large and generous pieces of sesame bread sit at the front of the church. Soon, when Sunday Mass finishes they will be shared among those who attended the service. This is a beautiful custom shared in Cyprus that I was able to witness and photograph in the Maronite Church. The bread is bought by the people who asked for special prayers to be said for their loved-ones or departed relatives. Bread is a symbol of life and community. It represents spiritual and physical nourishment.
The Life of a Market: At the Greengrocer’s
Boxes, crates and bags full of fresh fruit and vegetables are flying before my eyes. It’s early Saturday morning in the Market Hall in Derby and Rob Corden, a well-known greengrocer in the Midlands, is setting up his stall for a busy trading day. I learn from him later that he woke up that morning at 2:50am to go to the regional wholesale market to select the freshest foods for his customers. This made me realise how little I know of his trade and so I decided to find out more…
I learn that he is one of the few greengrocers who gets fully involved in the selection process of his products. Many others just phone their order through without examining the food. Rob doesn’t want to compromise the quality and freshness of his fruit and vegetables. It’s too important for him.
Rob comes from a family of greengrocers. His grandfather was a greengrocer and his father is too. Despite being educated to be an engineer, in his early thirties he decided to take over his father’s business. He’d been observing his dad since he was 5 so in his thirties he was more than well-prepared for the trade. Now he is also introducing his son to the art. It’s a family business and the warmth and family-like atmosphere is easily felt. I take my little boy there every week and he loves to observe the hustle and bustle of the market.
Those people in the market in the middle of Derby are great teachers to our children because they love what they are doing, because they are happy about their products and passionate about their work and that means that they live their lives well.
When I talk to Rob he tells me that he loves what he’s doing. You sense it from him: he knows his stuff, he’s informed. He says it’s because over the years he’s never stopped learning. There is always something to discover about food and there is always something to discover about people. Their tastes and preferences change. There are different trends and fads in the food business. There are new laws and new regulations. There are weather fluctuations that affect the quality and prices. There’s a lot to think of. There’s a lot to plan for.
When we visit the market Rob advises us what to try and how to cook it. He also tells us stories of the past and present and eagerly listens to ours because he believes that this is what buying in the market is about… about following each other’s trials and tribulations, about creating bonds within the same city, about sharing and exchanging slices of life within its community. It’s about having a very wholesome conversation face to face with different people… and talking over fruit and vegetables is just so easy… there’s no ice to break… no conventions to follow… just a banana to peel or a crispy apple to bite into.
Your dreams are your directions
Someone said to me once: ‘Dreams, needs and wants are also given to us from God’. I was surprised because I had never thought of them like this… But then I thought maybe this person had a point… maybe our dreams and wants are God’s little messages sent to us on a very individual level… the whispers of our eager but fearful souls…
Sometimes those dreams are so subtle that they are easily over-talked by other persuasive voices, by people around us, by the media and their future forecasts, by promises of greatness and fortune elsewhere… Why would you like to be a carpenter if the money is in law and banking type of suggestions.… or… Your own business? But it takes so much effort and it bites into your evenings and weekends. Dancing classes? What would you do with your dancing in the future? Chess? Who’s got time for chess these days? You’d better… be watching your telly, eh?
In my life I also went elsewhere… in directions that I was persuaded to go to… in directions that I went because everyone was going there… but those choices drained me… they did not give me my energy back… they were fine for others but they were just not mine to make… and I made them because they presented opportunities and because they were safe… I played safe, I lost. Because they were not my dreams. But someone else’s. Maybe God was whispering to me and I didn’t listen…
I’ve always had three very strong dreams: 1) Contribute to knowledge 2) Give people jobs 3) Have a home that smells of bread. These are my three big dreams, my three life-long tasks that I want to fulfill, my aspirations that I’m still not entirely sure how to go about, how to develop and implement. I guess that there are different ways and methods… different routes… I am currently working on those dreams… they are big dreams.. they are challenges… but hey, it’s good to challenge yourself in life… you learn and you go into places… places where your talents and values fit…. places that you can nourish and that nourish you.
During my holiday in Cyprus I had time to close my eyes, feel the sun on my face and dream, dream, dream a lot… and see the images of those dreams cropping up in my head… I was dreaming for myself, for my family, for my town and for the world. I was dreaming of knowing more people in the town where I live, of exchanging stories with them and learning about their lives, I was dreaming of being able to drive to see them and of taking my son to see their businesses, farms and pottery making, I was dreaming of lazy Sundays with my husband when we just don’t need to do anything other than hold hands, walk, chat and be together, I was dreaming of cooking for friends and family and sitting together at the table, sharing love and laughs, I was dreaming of growing my own herbs and making my own yoghurt and baking once again my delicious poppy seed bread… I was dreaming of reading inspiring texts and of pouring good words on to the page… and I felt connected again. I felt happy and comfortable and I liked those dreams, those whispers of my hopeful soul… my signposts… my directions to take.
What are you dreaming of right now? What are your directions?
Nothing New: Reuse, Repurpose, Multiply
Old baskets, old flowerpots, old bricks and panes, old herbs, old seeds, and my old book… used, reused or re-purposed today. It’s shocking how many useful things hide in our houses, sheds and garages…. I needed those things today and they were there… waiting for me… most likely hoping that I hadn’t entirely forgotten about them… I must admit… I had, but it’s my resolution not to buy anything new this year so this morning I eagerly looked around our house and our garden and I found them and then I was just scrubbing, cleaning, digging, planting and assembling… and the whole process made me really happy… it still does…It’s nice to know that you can rescue things… that you can give them their second lives… It feels good.. It empowers.
Postcards Without Stamps 