Keep the faith
Over the months and years of my ramblings here, I have received e-mails, ‘phone calls and kind words from people – some of whom I know, some I don’t – saying how much they enjoy reading various posts.
Although I only really write here to serve as a personal reminder of things that happen in the past, I would be lying if I didn’t admit to feeling pretty chuffed at these random comments.
And, apart from also being very therapeutic, there is little else that I expect to get out of all of this.
So it was bloomin’ wonderful when I took a call from my cousin last night, saying how much he had enjoyed reading what I had written about his Dad and the way in which I would remember him (see previous post below).
Not only had he enjoyed reading it but he asked if I would consider reading out an abridged version of it in church on the day of the funeral.
Now, I am about as far from being what you would call a confident public speaker as you could possibly get, but the honour of being asked in the first place plus being involved in this sad but important day was too great to turn down, so I said yes.
And so, from a post about a life ending, to a post about preserving life for generations to come.
Through work, I am fortunate enough to be invited to see certain exhibitions and to hear certain speakers talk about a variety of topics. I say ‘fortunate’ because more often than not, they are actually interesting.
Yesterday's was one such talk.
Mark Edwards has been a photographer since the late 1960’s (apparently) and he gave a talk about a project that he started not so long ago. He gave a brief history before letting the photographs do the talking for him, with "A Hard Rain's A Gonna Fall" by Bob Dylan playing loud throughout.
I won’t spoil it by trying to describe it too much. See for yourself here what it’s all about.
Even in the face of extreme hardship, the human spirit keep on shining through.