Rituals – well more like ritualistic daily events

I have decided to ground myself by undertaking regular rituals. They aren’t rituals in the true sense and I also think some of the things I think of as rituals are actually ceremonies. There is a useful website (https://www.differencebetween.com/) which helpfully differentiates the two. “A ritual refers to group of actions performed for their symbolic value. A ceremony is performed on a special occasion.” None of my repetitive actions is really either a ritual or a ceremony but anyway here they are.

I have played the card game patience every morning. To date not one has worked out!
I also do this daily. I am still pretty slow at finding them all but it is enjoyable.
Coffee is a mandatory daily event. I have found the best places so far in Jaipur and Pushkar. Do they meet up to Cricks? Probably not but enjoyable all the same.
Clearly I am obsessed about knitting and my creative journey couldn’t really start until the 2019 mystery blanket was finished. Ta da!
Now I run in the city – mostly off road. Previously I ran with Bryn round Highgate Woods.
I write my diary daily. I have additional books to write down thoughts about what I am planning to create, what I have created and how I did it and one about animals at one end and finances at the other. In London, for the last year and a half I wrote my morning pages. This has been a bit sporadic here.
This is a ritual – it actually is one! I am going to start this. Sarah and I bought the white key rings in Neve Tzedek, Tel Aviv in April 2019 during Pesach (Passover). But as you can see the conch shells have been falling off and it is rather tatty. I found they were actually made by Anokhi in India so bought a pair of every colour imaginable. So we will change them every Pesach going forward. As we bought them in Israel and Hebrew goes from left to right we will both use the lime green one first. These keys will last till Pesach 2033. How very cool!
I do up to 10 minutes guided meditation every day. Still not very good at this! Mind wandering problem………
I was introduced to a really useful and enjoyable yoga app. I do 10 mins twice a day

I am not really very good at yoga but I do try! Here is a short story I wrote. Interesting my kids had different opinions about it. Harry enjoyed it, Toby thought is was very dull and boring and Betsy thought it was good but need to a greater climactic ending. See what you think?

Carly does yoga

Carly knows yoga will be helpful for her wellbeing at this moment in time.

Everyone knows yoga is helpful when you are going through a difficult period. Yoga teaches you to relax. Carly knows she needs to relax more. She investigates. She thinks a simpler, slow version of yoga is best and an early morning yoga class will be best of all, as she will start off the day calmly. Calm Carly. That sounds good.

Carly last did yoga when she was pregnant and that was a very long time ago. Carly thinks yoga will help her develop her inner core – that’s what people say. Carly considers her inner core for a minute.  But Carly gets bored very easily and worries that she will let her mind wander during the yoga. Also, Carly is not very bendy. In fact, the last time she sat crossed-legged was in primary school and now Carly prefers to sit like a duck with her feet sticking out to each side. How will Carly be able to get her knees below the level of her hips? She may need a mountain of rubber yoga blocks under each knee to achieve this. She is worried there won’t be enough blocks left for the other participants. She spends most of the class thinking about these people. Is anyone less bendy than Carly? She thinks probably not. She is correct. No one is less bendy than Carly. She makes a miserable face but she carries on. Carly tries all different yoga animal poses. She has to be a dog, a cow and a cat. She wonders if there are chicken, lizard or rabbit yoga poses? She tries to bring herself back to the present by concentrating on her breath. She listens to the yoga teacher who tells her to be a baby. Carly makes a sulky face as she has remembered she hates babies. That is odd as Carly is a paediatrician.

Once she has completed the animal section of the yoga, Carly does some sun salutation dance positions and repeats the sequence three times. She likes the number three. In fact, she likes all odd numbers as she feels they get a hard time compared to even ones. By nature, Carly likes to support the underdog. Even underdog numbers. Then she does some warrior positions. Carly is surprised there are war-like yoga positions. But she goes with the flow. She does warrior 1, warrior 2 and finally warrior 3 . This last one is a side angle warrior which can be extended to expose all your organs to the elements. Carly thinks of a crow pecking away at her left lung and spleen as she stretches up towards the sky.

Then Carly is instructed she needs to find a partner. Hmmmmm… she thinks. Who is the same size as her? She surveys the heights of the other yoga participants. They are all taller than her. Last night she went for a walk with Wendy after drinking a lot of wine and they farted the entire way home following the consumption of some vegetarian moussaka for dinner made with lentils. She smiles at Wendy who agrees to partner her. When she bends down, she mouths silently to Wendy to desist from farting and they both erupt in giggles. This is not very zen at all.

Carly is relieved as she can finally start the last pose. This involves resting flat on her back with her palms facing upwards in submission. It is called the corpse pose. Phew! Carly can do that well. She closes her eyes and concentrates on her breath and what she would like to eat for breakfast. She keeps her eyes shut to savour this part of the yoga class and bring her attention back to her breathing. The teacher carefully draws symmetrically around her face. Carly is overwhelmed and cries. Yoga has been good for her.

Carly does yoga.

Carly knows yoga will be helpful for her wellbeing at this moment in time.

Everyone knows yoga is helpful when you are going through a difficult period. Yoga teaches you to relax. Carly knows she needs to relax more. She investigates. She thinks a simpler, slow version of yoga is best and an early morning yoga class will be best of all, as she will start off the day calmly. Calm Carly. That sounds good.

Carly last did yoga when she was pregnant and that was a very long time ago. Carly thinks yoga will help her develop her inner core – that’s what people say. Carly considers her inner core for a minute.  But Carly gets bored very easily and worries that she will let her mind wander during the yoga. Also, Carly is not very bendy. In fact, the last time she sat crossed-legged was in primary school and now Carly prefers to sit like a duck with her feet sticking out to each side. How will Carly be able to get her knees below the level of her hips? She may need a mountain of rubber yoga blocks under each knee to achieve this. She is worried there won’t be enough blocks left for the other participants. She spends most of the class thinking about these people. Is anyone less bendy than Carly? She thinks probably not. She is correct. No one is less bendy than Carly. She makes a miserable face but she carries on. Carly tries all different yoga animal poses. She has to be a dog, a cow and a cat. She wonders if there are chicken, lizard or rabbit yoga poses? She tries to bring herself back to the present by concentrating on her breath. She listens to the yoga teacher who tells her to be a baby. Carly makes a sulky face as she has remembered she hates babies. That is odd as Carly is a paediatrician.

Once she has completed the animal section of the yoga, Carly does some sun salutation dance positions and repeats the sequence three times. She likes the number three. In fact, she likes all odd numbers as she feels they get a hard time compared to even ones. By nature, Carly likes to support the underdog. Even underdog numbers. Then she does some warrior positions. Carly is surprised there are war-like yoga positions. But she goes with the flow. She does warrior 1, warrior 2 and finally warrior 3 . This last one is a side angle warrior which can be extended to expose all your organs to the elements. Carly thinks of a crow pecking away at her left lung and spleen as she stretches up towards the sky.

Then Carly is instructed she needs to find a partner. Hmmmmm… she thinks. Who is the same size as her? She surveys the heights of the other yoga participants. They are all taller than her. Last night she went for a walk with Wendy after drinking a lot of wine and they farted the entire way home following the consumption of some vegetarian moussaka for dinner made with lentils. She smiles at Wendy who agrees to partner her. When she bends down, she mouths silently to Wendy to desist from farting and they both erupt in giggles. This is not very zen at all.

Carly is relieved as she can finally start the last pose. This involves resting flat on her back with her palms facing upwards in submission. It is called the corpse pose. Phew! Carly can do that well. She closes her eyes and concentrates on her breath and what she would like to eat for breakfast. She keeps her eyes shut to savour this part of the yoga class and bring her attention back to her breathing. The teacher carefully draws symmetrically around her face. Carly is overwhelmed and cries. Yoga has been good for her.

The end of Carly does yoga.

and the end of this blog. The next one is on Becoming Carly.

Pushkar – camels, horses and sadhus (oh and quite a lot of Israelis)

The camel festival

This happens yearly at the beginning of November. The room rents triple and unless you arrive right at the outset all the quality camels have gone. However you can still buy some beautiful stud reared horses.

When you arrive at the Mela (the festival marketplace) you can take a ride,

or inspect their finery,

or their teeth

or what about buying a beautiful stud horse?

You have everything in this picture.
A grounding mountain, a religious shrine, a fun fair, a camel and only a little bit of rubbish. India all summed up!

Always lots of bright colours.

Probably the most memorable stall was the camel welfare stall run by Camel Charisma who look after camels near Ranakpur. They were selling camel milk, soap, wool products and paper made from dung. They do a lot of conservation work as camels are dwindling in numbers. https://www.camelcharisma.com/

The camel fair meant there was a lot of noise and religious shrines belting out prayers 24/7. But I loved the feel of Pushkar so returned for a longer stay.

Next post is about rituals.

Animals – so very grounding

At home I had 2 cats and 2 dogs to look after for the last year mostly by myself with help from others – so it is odd to give them all away – either temporarily or permanently – not sure yet. So of course I looked to chat and talk to animals in India. And there is no shortage of them. Here are my thoughts about them in my first week. So as not to show favouritism I shall list them in alphabetical order.

Camels

As I have come specifically to buy one I will have a dedicated camel input once I have done my Pushkar International Camel Fair Blog. As they sell horses I will include them also!

Cats

and being stroked……
Cats doing cat things – like nothing

Cattle

In India they wander around everywhere. Many are willing to be stroked but not all of them. You often see them being walked along by women who I presume milk them as this is a very dairy culture.

Chipmunks

These are the Siberian variety and a rodent. They zip around all over the show. They seem cute as have stripy backs and furry tails. I have only seen one rat. However my all time favourite poems is about mice by Rose Fyleman

I think mice are rather nice;
Their tails are long, their faces small;
They haven’t any chins at all.
Their ears are pink, their teeth are white,
They run about the house at night;
They nibble things they shouldn’t touch,
and, no one seems to like them much,
but, I think mice are rather nice.

Dogs

This is Pipo – an German Shepherd/street dog puppy at the Mosaic’s Guesthouse. Loved my trainers. Total sweety. And lots of other dogs to stroke for the brave. If they sniff me, I stroke them. Not the very mangy ones. But the normal ones with nice coats.

Elephants

They are returning from taking visitors up to Amber Fort. This one is highly decorated and the one below has a man on a scooter driving around them! Seems some local charities have been involved in the past in ensuring none of their drivers use metal sticks any more and provide veterinary care. But I wouldn’t ride one…..

Goats

This goat keeps trying to take food and goods from vendors outside Amber Fort.

Monkeys

Ubiquitous and very naughty. This one is eating a marigold holy necklace and one came into my room to see what he fancied taking. But I was having none of that and showed him the door PDQ.

Pigs

Quite a lot of pigs wandering around eating rubbish. Here is a family in Pushkar. Opposite the cafe run by Manish – where you can actually get a decent cappuccino!

over and out from Carly and a few animals…..

So my sabbatical has finally started!

After 4 years of planning and NHS sign-off, I have finally set off on my big adventure. The house is sold and when my neighbours asked where I was moving to I just said India. It is really freeing having no fixed abode. But scary too!

I arrived in Delhi to have my first coffee and as I had a few hours spare I went to Qatab Minar. I ate loads of street food but my overwhelming sensation was the overwhelming smog. Totally ghastly….I had been warned but since when was I going to listen?

A few hours after landing at Qutab Minar

I am very committed to setting up in one or two places with all my stuff to explore my sabbatical theme – how time goes faster as you get older. And a polluted city is not a draw for me.

Ice-cream style cupola of the Hawa Mahal – Palace of the Winds, Jaipur

So off I went to Jaipur. My phone app said it was still polluted here. Lots of photo opportunities both inside the Palace of the Winds (Hawa Mahal) and outside….

Teachers visiting
In a family shot.

Dresses of all sizes
Man in a wedding shop tying on a wedding outfit.
A rather cheesy smile in a special palace

Initially I stayed near the old city and it was very pink but the sun was indistinct too so I moved further out.

So besides a little pollution as possible and a bit of quiet – hard in India when the lorries actually have ‘sound horn’ plastered by their rear number plate I was excited to have arrived at the Mosaics Guesthouse near Amber Fort. We have climbed up a high Hindu shrine (see me looking pensive on a broomstick) and seen the Amber Fort Sound and Light Show. But this lovely place with a mosaic workshop and totally lovely staff is backed by a wedding venue place that plays loud music throughout the night. So time to move on.

Later on I am on the move to Pushkar for the world famous camel fair. I always said I would buy one to whizz around in India. Well maybe I will……

Next post on animals

Another post on why purple is important

When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we’ve no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I’m tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick flowers in other people’s gardens
And learn to spit.

You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.

But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.

But maybe I ought to practise a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.

by Jenny Joseph

So purple is going to be my colour for this sabbatical. Here are all the names for purple

Amethyst

Aubergine

Blackberry

Blackcurrant

Blueberry

Burgundy

Dawn

Haze

Heather

Heliotrope

Indigo

Lavender

Lilac

Loganberry

Magenta

Maroon

Mauve

Mist

Periwinkle

Plum

Pomegranate

Purple

Tayberry

Violet

Wine

Can you think of any more purple colours?

I was asked to make something in purple. Then I got carried away and made loads of them. Purple challah covers. They are to protect the bread from being sad when you bless the wine at the start of Shabbat meals.

purple Shetland wool week hat
purple candlesticks
Challah cover i
challah cover ii
Hitchin Lavender Farm with Tracy

So here are some initial thoughts on purple

This is a getting started and on with the case blog

I am just gearing myself up to going on my sabbatical to India. But I want to make sure I can do this technical stuff. So here is a picture of me at an Adolescent Conference in sunny Ascot mid Sept 2019. I am not presenting and enjoying the presentations and doing my knitting! bliss……

enjoying the sun outside the conference…..

Does time actually go faster as you get older? It is all about perception. What a fun thing to explore in a sabbatical. Watch this space.