Weekly Photo Challenge: unfocused

Call that a challenge? More of a regular experience, at least it was when I was using a camera. Now I have an iphone, there are not so many indvertent mysterious atmospheric er accidents.

The challenge is to find one that is worth showing, that looks as if I meant it. And it just so happens, that I took this today. Edinburgh Botanic Gardens, 4th May 2012. Er yes, accidentally!

Edinburgh Tourist (4)

I cycled down to the Edinburgh Botanic Gardens again. Yes I know I have written about them before, but every trip is different and opens up different kinds of enjoyment. Today I went with specific purpose – I have two trips arranged and the Botanic Garden shop is a Great Place for Gifts for Gardeners and Girls and Growing boys. Gee getting carried away there and successfully too as nearly £100 Gone mostly on those grandkids. [Not being able to see them, I subsitute stuff].

I headed up the hill to see what’s on at the Inverleith House Gallery and then pop in to the Terrace Cafe for coffee.
Unexpected openings up to thoughts and companionship

First – pink tree – ask gardener – possibly connected to the moon walk for breast cancer.

Second – Inverleith House exhibition: Glasgow artist Luke Fowler, with John Haynes, Toshiya Tsunoda, photos, installations and film celebrating one of Glasgow and Scotland’s most radical/ marginalized/ genius/ disturbed figures: R. D. LAING. Fowler’s film was to start later so I went to the cafe for early lunch.

Standing there beside the soup was C first met in November in Shanghai (see earlier blog) tai qiao le 太巧了 as they say there. Here, what a coincidence, and she said “did you see N?” and I had indeed walked right past N. So, more good company, more talk, more walk.

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After taking more photos, I went back to R. D. Laing and listened a bit, wondering have we learnt a lot or maybe learnt too little since then (1960′s). I had been reading Bollas before I came out, The Christopher Bollas Reader, his thoughts on personality development via trauma (binding, limiting, creative aspects an acting out by repetition) or genera (agressive pro-creative combination of self and other/object sought) Misquoting, trying to paraphrase here, will probably put people off reading a very valuable contribution to depth knowing why glass is half-empty for some, half-full for others.

More to think about, not least because I have written about this stuff myself about what the clues are to getting into the mainly half-full way to live (here if you are interested). Belongs to my other blog so maybe I can spend the evening writing a post for that one, or, maybe not.
Glorious day again.

Dawyck Botanic Gardens

Dawyck Botanic Gardens is 28 miles south of Edinburgh at Stobo, near Peebles.  To visit it was totally unplanned – by me anyway – a wonderful surprise for the day. I went to the Peace and Justice Wednesday morning meeting, today’s meeting about slavery in Scotland, listened to a really interesting talk and then when leaving R invited me to join herself and M on a trip to Dawyck to see the snowdrops. They had planned their trip ages ago. I nearly didn’t go, having lots to do, but then thought that I had just heard a talk about loss of freedoms which have been in the past and continue in different contexts in the present. For some reason this meant that NOT taking opportunity when it arises, especially as I am indeed free to do so, is just silly. Quite. What a beautiful place it is.

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If you are interested in thoughts following the inadvertent juxtaposition of Research into Slavery, Iain Whyte‘s talk and his book, and a beautiful garden, here goes. First, the Palmerston North Library book group once upon a time had a theme of Slavery. I remembered a particular novel by James Robertson, called Joseph Knight which revolves around a slave of this name who won his freedom in Scotland. From that and Iain’s talk it is so heartrendingly clear that the ‘system’ then slavery, now ?bankers?corporate-profit?whatever? , is complex, not simple, and that nearly everyone is somehow involved. Just like now, e.g. I can’t get a ‘clean’ pension and no way am I doing without it! Most of the ‘Occupy’ protesters are probably involved somehow too, which is not to downgrade their attempt to bring about change. Getting started (against exploitation, discrimination, unfairness, cruelty, wrong…) seems often to be working against one’s own interests, indeed probably is working against oneself in a some way or other.

Getting rid of slavery in 1807 – in Britain – was the passing of a law against a particular trade. It didn’t say people wouldn’t wear clothes made from cotton …, it didn’t say people couldn’t treat other people like objects or exploit them any way they felt like. It didn’t say how difficult it is to make change as so many parts of society are interconnected (read Robertson’s book). It took an awful ot of work and courage and determination. In the garden I thought: establishing this garden was not cheap. I wonder where the family who started it made their money. In the year 1807, this wonderful garden was already over 150 years in the growing, there are trees, and plants, from many parts of the world, as well as the snowdrops we had come to see (300 varieties in Scotland according to a leaflet but I would not know if they were all visible today at Dawyck). Wandering around, I began to wonder if the Veitch family or their successors, the Naesmyths, had been goodies or baddies in the slave trade. Goodies or baddies in any context? Maybe someone can tell me, because google was not able to offer advice on this matter – slavery for or against. (A question not answered by google – oh boy, what next??) In the 20th century the house and garden was owned by the Balfour family – then the garden was gifted to the Royal Botanic Garden Edinburgh, who now care for it.

So my thoughts are that I am glad the garden is there. It lifts the spirit. That it exists, lifts the spirit, so many people have cared for it and many have also enjoyed it. But the talk from earlier in the morning is threaded through, those who worked for the abolition of slavery had courage. It was not always physical courage which was needed. I think one of the least vaunted kinds of courage is the emotional sort, standing up for what you think is right, standing against what you think is wrong, even though many, maybe your own family, or your colleagues, think you are an idiot for making a fuss. Dealing with your anxiety that maybe you are just making a fuss, or being foolish, the world’s like this innit?

Well the people who fought slavery stepped out of line in small or big ways, and the people who created a garden also stepped outside the ordinary. We can do with both.

 

 

 

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