My only excuse for not having posted for ages has been that we have had a lot of work with the process of selling our house, restoring the farm and preparing to move. Perhaps the excuse is good enough? Having made the commitment to have a blog, I know it is a “no no” not to keep it up, but the energy levels and the creative inspiration have not been readily available.
To cap it all I broke my arm yesterday. So here I am, a one-handed typist, trying to get a few words out to you, before you totally give up on me. Please tell me you will be there still when my arm is out of the cast in six weeks time!
The other day I came across these words by Margery Williams from ’The Velveteen Rabbit’:
“What is REAL?” asked the Velveteen Rabbit one day…”Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?”
“Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse. “It’s a thing that happens to you. When [someone] loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.”
“Does it hurt?” asked the Rabbit.
“Sometimes,” said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. “When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.”
“Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,” he asked, “or bit by bit?”
“It doesn’t happen all at once,” said the Skin Horse. “You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t often happen to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept.
“Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand… once you are Real you can’t become unreal again. It lasts for always.”
Perhaps this process of moving, breaking my arm and blogging is part of becoming real? Hopefully my hair will not have been loved off, and my eyes not dropped out by the time I have become real …