Day 19: Tutes, Stones and More

This morning I hoofed to WD early and had a cooked breakfast before giving my first ever tutorials to three students. Hugely enjoyable learning about their work, and I hope that I made some helpful remarks. Then to more warping of stones - have now done more than a hundred without burns - and setting up the tables and stuff for the Family Activity tomorrow morning. My good friend brought me in a Toblerone (I have given up buying sweeties for Lent, but not eating them if someone gives them to me because that would be rude and unloving) and having eaten two triangles, I got back to weaving; two more boulders completed. The Lent course session was good; the image was the Piper tapestry and the poem 'The Coming' by R.S. Thomas. Not one I knew before, but fulfilled a line in another of his poems 'poetry is that which reaches the intellect by way of the heart'.





The Coming

And God held in his hand
A small globe. Look he said.
The son looked. Far off,
As through water, he saw
A scorched land of fierce
Colour. The light burned
There; crusted buildings
Cast their shadows: a bright
Serpent, A river
Uncoiled itself, radiant
With slime.
On a bare
Hill a bare tree saddened
The sky. many People
Held out their thin arms
To it, as though waiting
For a vanished April
To return to its crossed
Boughs. The son watched
Them. Let me go there, he said.

Location:WD, Cathedral and George Bell House