Two samples of spontaneous art from the grandchildren and their mama.
Beach stones re-constituted … given another life as paintings …
A present from China for Robert who has had two trips over to a university there, lecturing in Structural Engineering. Just one of many gifts he’s been showered with.
Striking wall-panel tapestries in Dunedin Hospital chapel. My favourite was the bird … it’s always the bird.
There is an interesting story behind the symbols in the stained glass window in the chapel.
The photo above (zoom in to read) explains the meanings behind each symbol.
I was there with family for the service on Sunday. I enjoyed Chaplain Joy’s homily centered on Hans Christian Anderson’s teapot story.
I identify quite a lot with teapots, my favourite beverage being tea and now that I am no longer ‘small and slim’ but more ‘short and stout’, I identify even more!
‘I’m a little teapot
Short and stout
Here is my handle
Here is my spout
When I get all steamed up
Here me shout!
… Tip me over,
Pour me out.’ (This is definitely me some days!)
The other day I dropped the lid of one of the teapots we were given by a family member of our Japanese daughter in law’s, shattering it into smithereens. I thought that was it. But I have a husband who is very patient and with a good eye for detail and he mended it. Now we have a teapot that perfectly embodies the Hans Christian Anderson tale and its metaphor about the journey of life.