Friday 19 June 2015

A Fun & Interesting Experience - Magna Carta



I recently had the pleasure of a short trip to give me a little break and enjoy the musical, The Lion King, in London. However this blog is not about the Lion King; I will post that next time. Today, I believe it is fitting that I start with my first activity while in London - viewing the exhibition which has been put together to celebrate the 800th anniversary of the Magna Carta.

Now honestly, History was never one of my strong points. I remember History at CXC (O level examinations run by the Caribbean Examinations Council); more accurately I remember that I sat the examination. I honestly remember little else, it was a choice between that and Geography and I thought I would fare better with History ... Ah Well :) I should however point out that I did enjoy my History classes and do not regret doing it, I had a dynamic and interesting teacher who was so passionate about the topic that he inspired you to be interested and do well. I passed so he had to be pretty damn good.

So I set off to see this exhibition because I figured I wasn’t staying too far from the British Library and it would kill some time. I would see some statues and stuff, look at some material on this thing I knew nothing about and be out in a couple of minutes. Well maybe going in with such low expectations was a good thing and then maybe again it could be said that the British Museum put me firmly in my place. I was wowed! I thoroughly enjoyed the exhibition for so many reasons, that I had to buy a book to make notes so that the old memory would get them all in the blog.


First, the exhibition started with a short video which ran every couple minutes and gave you a synopsis of what was to come and an overview of what the Magna Carta was, which naturally leads to one of my favourite parts of the exhibition. It was not just an exhibition of old documents and stuff, it included video, historical documents and books, cartoons or sketches, teeth and a thumb bone (I am still trying to get over this), interviews with modern leaders and experts in the area of law and history, pottery, figurines, a teapot, advertisements, posters, paintings, speeches, swords, presentations.  Oh my goodness it was such a mix of media and ways to learn that it reminded me of putting together an effective class for students who all learn differently, it hit all the notes necessary for auditory and visual learners although you really couldn’t touch anything for obvious reasons you still felt very connected.


I was very impressed with how the exhibition was put together in that it started with a history of King John: you found out who he was, something about the times he lived and what led to the development of the Magna Carta, and were taken right through to the recent uses of the Magna Carta and what it means to current users and some influential people. Not being too keen on History (or so I thought) the fluidity (best word I could think of) of the presentation of materials and information was excellent, natural as it little by little developed your interest in the topic and keep that interest to the end. However, by the end of the exhibition, what felt like a comfortable hour and a half or so I was a little overwhelmed with so much information but it was certainly a good overwhelmed.

Another thing that stood out but had nothing to do with the exhibition really was the frequent use of an F for S in older documentation for instance the US Bill of Rights heading spelt Congress Congrefs. I noticed this again at the British Museum the following day it makes for interesting reading of documents if you try to understand what they were saying. It was also fun trying to muddle through the other spellings and writings of other documentation. Although honestly, I think I was just so happy to get to documentation that was in English so I could read and understand it rather than read the notes and look at the pictures on the side that I would have noticed anything, lol.


Finally, in a separate exhibition area, there was an embroidery piece by Cornelia Parker based on the Wikipedia page about the Magna Carta. This piece was embroidered by a number of persons throughout the justice system as well as members of the Embroiderer’s Guild (such as the picture on the left). This meant that like Wikipedia the embroidery was completed by many so the piece consisted of the thoughts of many and was embroidered by many who are impacted by the Magna Carta. What an interesting concept …

Another time where I learned something about myself, my environment and interestingly history, excellent!  I think the lesson I learned (again) was not to dismiss things before I experience them (well some things); as they may surprise me. 




Thursday 11 June 2015

I stopped singing

Bad things do happen; how I respond to them defines my character and the quality of my life. I can choose to sit in perpetual sadness, immobilized by the gravity of my loss, or I can choose to rise from the pain and treasure the most precious gift I have - life itself 

~Walter Anderson~

There have been a number of things or themes that have crossed my mind over the last few months to blog about and I am not sure that I can separate them all but I will try to. So here it goes…

It is alarming to think that you can be totally unaware that you are unhappy until someone says something to you that lets you know that your behaviour has changed. I walked through the hallway one day and a lady who I didn’t even think noticed when I passed her door sometimes said to me; Are you okay Tara? I have not heard you singing in the hallways as much recently and you don’t seem yourself. Now that is not in quotation marks because with my memory the words may not be exact but just what the essence of it was. She shocked me! She made me stop to think and more than anything else she made me determined to start singing again.

During that period where I was feeling a little lost and unhappy a number of things happened; I started spending more time at home, immobile, more time watching rubbish that didn’t in any way move me and I stopped singing. I stopped singing. Well, come on, I went to rehearsals, I kept working and kept doing all the things that I thought were important. But so many things changed, I wasn’t reaching out to people anymore, I called home, I had conversations, I think I snapped at people more, my patience just wasn’t there. I wonder if people were giving me a wide berth and just thinking well we are certainly seeing her true side now. I stopped singing. I didn’t have the energy to cook, I didn’t have the appetite for food in the first place, it was so hard to get up and go. I stopped singing. It took a random person who I only say hi and howdy to occasionally to point out to me that I stopped singing.

How do you not see it? How do you not want to feel the difference in yourself? How do you sometimes fool yourself that no one notices any changes in your behaviour? I remember clearly one Saturday afternoon thinking, I should really leave home, I haven’t moved from here since Thursday. I had been very productive, I had sections of the chapter that I was working on finished but I had not left my flat in days. And those were gorgeous days and we don’t have many of those so I really should have enjoyed them. How did all that happen?

This certainly wasn't what I thought this blog was going to be about , but it is where it ended up. I want to say thanks to so many people for just being there during this time, those who didn't push, those who gave me a wide berth, those who just listened to me bitch whenever I needed to and certainly those people who took the most abuse and suffered through the tears as I pulled myself out of my funk, you all know who you are. But I also want to say a special thanks to that sweet lady who took the time to say that I had stopped singing. I stopped singing! 

Heaven knows, in fact everyone who has been in a funk, dealing with death or any number of emotions, thoughts, feelings or the inability to get going for whatever reason knows that recovering is not instantaneous. But the other day I caught myself humming as I walked down the hallway so I think I am getting there, slowly. 


If you hear a voice within you say 'you cannot paint,' then by all means paint, and that voice will be silenced. 
~Vincent Van Gogh~