IF STONES COULD SPEAK

I am a collector of many things, big and small. One of them is stones - stones to remind me of the places that I had visited and stones to commemorate a significant event or memory.

I am intrigued by early civilisations and archaelogy. There is so much that is buried and yet to be discovered. There is so much that is standing and yet not understood. Huge megalithic standing stones that have withstood the passage of time are both magnificent and mysterious. But the silent and sombre sentinels of the past refuse to give up their secrets.

If only stones could speak.

Clochafarmore is a menhir (standing stone) and national monument in County Louth, Ireland. It is located 1.4 km east-northeast of Knockbridge, Dundalk on the left bank of the River Fane.The 3 metre high standing stone is believed to be from the Bronze Age.

When I first read about the stone I knew I had to see it, more so because it is traditionally associated with the death of legendary hero Cú chulainn. 

Unfortunately access to the stone wasn’t easy. Google map clearly indicated that we had reached the standing stone but it was no where to be seen. I asked a youngish lady nearby but she shrugged her shoulders and said she never heard of it. So we pulled up at a local grocery store and I saw an elderly Irish man whom I was sure would know its exact location. Knowledge comes with age I hoped. He was sitting on a kerb outside the store. I sat down on the kerb next to him and showed him the image on my phone and he was all excited to tell me that he knew the exact location.

‘It is opposite the priest’s house,’ he said assuming everyone knew where the priest lived.

‘Is there a sign showing that it is the priest’s house?’ I asked.

‘No, no, no…I think I had better ask that man over there to show you’ he said as another man in his forties came closer. It wasn’t everyday that a stranger of Asian origin would sit down with a local on a kerb outside the grocery store.

Immediately the younger man said, follow my white car. I’ll take you there.

I was extremely thankful. This is exactly what village friendliness and helpfulness is all about.

When we reached the site there was a brown sign shrouded among leaves pointing to the location. How could anyone in a moving car see the sign with all those leaves? It was no wonder that I missed it.

He lamented that more attention should be given to such a fine relic. A disused space nearby could be turned into a parking lot. School children could come in droves on organised trips to see what’s left of an epic hero for one euro each, he said. If only.

We had to cross a main road where cars were flying and then climb over a low fence into a potato field. And there it was, standing right before our eyes .

Someone had made a path to the stone and covered the path with fresh straw. I touched the stone and closed my eyes. In that moment, I felt a sense of awe as I saw Cú Chulainn mustering his final bit of strength to fight his enemies. He was hit by a magical spear, mortally wounding him and he tied himself to a standing stone — traditionally the "Stone of the Big Man", which had been erected to mark the grave of a past great warrior - so he could face his enemies standing up. I could see the enemies closing in, nearer and nearer with a loud war cry chant. It was only when a raven (the bird of death) landed on his shoulder that his enemies believed he was dead.

The region is known as An Breisleach Mór, “The Great Carnage", while the field in which this stone stands is called the Field of Slaughter. In the 1920s a bronze spearhead was found in the field, perhaps showing it to be a genuine ancient battle-site.

As I said goodbye to the silent stone, I felt as if I had shared a personal moment with a hero from civilisations past.

We all need our champions, the bigger than life personalities that we can look up to. We see everyday heroes who dedicate their lives to improve the lives of others.Heroes also undergo life transformations and we see them as powerful and yet vulnerable like ourselves. Their stories comfort us and are a salve to our wounds. Re-telling of stories from one generation to another cements social bonds.

And we then tell ourselves if they can achieve what they purpose to do, so can we.

THE THINGS THAT BLIND US

As Felix the deer is crossing the road, he stops to stare at the headlights of an approaching car.

Peter Rabbit: Felix blink! Blink!

Felix: Headlights

The above is an excerpt from the movie Peter Rabbit based on Beatrice Potter’s much loved creation. Deer are crepuscular. Crepuscular, a word drawn from the Latin word for “twilight,” is a term for animals that are active primarily at dawn and dusk. This means that their vision is optimized for very low light. Therefore, confronted with headlight beams, the deer’s eyes are fully dilated to capture as much light as possible. It cannot see at all until the eyes are adjusted. So basically they are blinded by the light and they just freeze.

Somehow the image of the deer transfixed by the lights strikes a chord in me because we too can be blinded at times and I can think of four occasions.

1. Shakespeare wrote in Merchant of Venice, Act 2, scene 6, "Love is blind, and lovers cannot see the pretty follies that themselves commit."

Partly to blame are those ‘feel-good’ chemicals in our brains when we fall in love that we tend to overlook or gloss over huge character flaws especially during the courting stage. We can be so blinded that we fail to realise that only one party gives in or apologizes most of the time in the hope of making the relationship work. Surmounting lies and constant disagreements or shouting matches wear the relationship thin. To be expected to fix a partner’s problems most of the time and to listen all the time are shifty grounds to build a relationship on. On hindsight, most of us would agree that we’ve been there and done that and now feel a little foolish.

2. Helen Keller said that the only thing worse than being blind is having sight but no vision.

Vision is about having a dream and pursuing it. It is about seeing with the mind’s eye and planning. The corporate world has vision statements and we should have our own personal vision that drives us. Vision is built on what we do and with whom we interact. It is what we want to do, become or accomplish. It goes beyond surviving daily.

An individual with vision soars above the mundane. Gossiping or idle talk is of no interest to her. It is interesting to note that those who gossip also hear a lot of gossip themselves because like minds congregate. There is this all too familiar: Have you heard? This is usually accompanied by the right palm half covering the mouth so that whoever in the vicinity who is not supposed to hear it will not hear it. In smaller towns especially it becomes a national past time.

When people ask me why I do not gravitate towards tittle tattle, my reply is always the same: I have only 18 waking hours and I intend to use them productively pursuing my passion.

3. Someone said the eyes are useless when the mind is blind.

I think one of the greatest tragedies of mankind is when we refuse to embrace the new - whether it is new food, new language, new people or new ideas. There were several occasions when people asked my opinion about what Asians do. Take child raising for example. In all sincerity I shared some of the methods that worked for me and I was very surprised that they were not open to them at all. I understood later that they were asking for the sake of asking but not to learn. I remember as a young mother, I valued the advice of mothers who had raised wonderful children.

4. Mark Twain said kindness is the language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see

If we look at the headlines of any newspaper, it is obvious that there is very little kindness left. Kindness is when we make time to visit someone, to sit and have coffee with her or show concern over her welfare. Kindness is when we speak a word of encouragement and lift someone up in prayer. I cannot help but feel touched when a friend told me how she would leave some chicken for the hungry foxes who come a-calling at night. Another makes sure the hedgehog families are safe when she cuts the hedgerows.

Towards the end of the Peter Rabbit movie, Felix the deer managed to use his ‘blindness’ for a good cause.

Many are blinded by their own ego, their own upbringing, their own culture or their own perceived superiority complex. If only we can be blinded by good stuff like generosity, selflessness, and everything that is positive instead.

BRINGING NEW LIFE TO THE OLD

Heavy equipment intimidates me. The sight of bulky things tells me it’s a no-go area, especially lawn mowers, harvesters and even very large wheels. Somehow I associate them with muscles, the latter which I certainly don’t have much, despite some pathetic efforts in lifting kettle bells.

So when I saw a notice saying there was an upcoming workshop on making garden furniture, I knew I must give it a try - partly out of interest and partly out of a long-held personal belief that there is nothing under the sun that I’m not capable of accomplishing- so long as I set my mind to it.

I drove to the Scariff Community Centre that was hosting Creative Ireland Community Art Project. I was all ready to test out the potential of mind over matter for the next few days.

The first question I asked the artist cum instructor, Ian Kelly, was ‘Is it too difficult for me to handle as I have zero knowledge about carpentry?’ Like a true teacher who believes everyone has potential, he was most encouraging.

I wasn’t convinced.

When I saw the electric woodworking tools : the chop saw, the power drill, the electric sander, the jigsaw, the fretsaw and other strange looking equipment, my heart told me to flee as quickly as I could. I am not the sort who would sign up for something and not complete it come rain or shine, so I followed the orders of the brain to stay.

What makes a workshop fun?

The teacher factor. If there is anything more frustrating to a student is the teacher who knows her stuff but doesn’t know how to teach. I’ve had my fair share of such in school and in university.

Ian was very patient and taught me what I needed to know to make a hexagonal bench out of recycled materials. We had to break up pallets with a pallet buster so we could re-use the wood. After that we had to sand them and screw them together in such a way that some parts could be easily dismantled if there was a need to move the bench to another area. In the middle of the hexagon would be a metal bird feeder tree which was being constructed by another group simultaneously. The bird feeder tree would also be made from recycled materials.

I learnt a range of new words like bar-clamp, chamfer and the try-square. The range of glues and wood stains also fascinated me.

The environment. The free flow of coffee and biscuits helped to break the momentum. The seventeen degrees with a bit of showers in between was lovely altogether. We worked outdoors surrounded by plants and the occasional robin wondering what the hammering and the whirring sounds were all about.

The importance of safety. I wore goggles and gloves. But at times I forgot to do the necessary like holding down the plank while cutting with the chop saw and the saw ‘jumped’ and frightened the daylights out of me. Mistakes occur when fatigue sets in.

Like most tasks, the first day was the hardest. I went home with sore arms as I was more familiar with holding the pen than anything heavier than a pen.

Jo Malone, who founded the fragrance bearing her namesake (now owned by Estee Lauder) said she never went back to what she had created before. She went on to set up a new brand called Jo Loves.

In a way, I’m like Jo Malone. I want to do new things, to try out areas I haven’t ventured, within reason of course. Case in point was when I was terribly excited the time I made my first teddy bear. After making five teddy bears for different people the process became predictable and thus it was no longer challenging.

It is the process of learning that makes it interesting. More so when it is a hobby craft where we are under no obligation to make a living from it.

 I like it when there’s something untried and as the brain tries to comprehend the unfamiliar, I feel like there are so many cogwheels rotating all at once in the head like the inside mechanism of a clock. The moment the clock chimes is like the moment when it all makes sense to me.

The workshop lasted three days and although I was happy to see the finished product, I was sorry that the final day had to come.

So what next?

I think I must learn how to drive a tractor instead.

THIS ARTICLE WAS ORIGINALLY PUBLISHED IN THE NEW STRAITS TIMES 16 SEPTEMBER 2018 https://www.nst.com.my/opinion/columnists/2018/09/410286/bringing-new-life-old