Jan's View

By HarlingDarling

And so ends the moon phase. Maybe!

This is based on a true story, the true story of last night's moonrise. It was fabulous and completely PINK! I know the name "Pink moon" doesn't refer to the colour at all, but it really was so pink. I dashed upstairs and took photos with bits of tree in the way, and that was the basis for today's drawing. The actual photo showed the moon as a slightly oval shape (an optical illusion due to being low on the horizon, I'm guessing) so I have adjusted for that by drawing round a plate to get a perfect circle. My moon is round.

Keith spent a delightful 90 minutes in the dentist's chair this morning, doing the prep for a crown way back in his jaw. He has been quiet ever since, so we have had a peaceful, indoor, gentle day. Mostly. I raked when he was in town, which was good, I was careful. But the heaps I made never got picked up due to persistent snowing for the rest of the day. The forecast was big sun from 3, but it was snowing like Billy-o then! Of course, it's all melted, but my heaps are now soggy so they can stay where they are till they aren't.

I did earring-related things all afternoon. The chocolate box is too small so I have pressed another into service. I get them ready for finishing, but leave them till I have a bunch ready. Then I finish the ends and attach hooks - and quite often I change things a bit at that stage. There is a lot to be said for waiting in these creative processes. A lot happens as we sleep... and over the years I have learnt to trust my unconscious/the universe/God to sort things out for me. 

I made a rich green lentil soup and unfroze some bread rolls. Then we took a stroll to the little lake and saw swans, little gulls, big seagully things, a crane (the same lonesome one perhaps, they are usually in pairs) and two swans. That was quite enough of a walk for today, it's been that sort of dozy day. Keith read almost the whole of the Blink book that I also gobbled up last week. Then I gobbled up David and Goliath too...

The Armenian genocide of the early 1900s has finally been acknowledged by the USA! My first contact with that horror was in 1978 when I was at Reading university training to teach art. I met my first Armenian, Sahag Garabedian and found out all about the slaughter of the (often very well to do, and very well established) Christian Armenians as they were driven from their homes towards the silent and empty Syrian desert where the Young Turks thought they should live. They were hell bent on creating a completely Muslim state and those pesky Christians were in the way, one and a half million of them... Sahag hated the Turks with a passion I had never seen before. It took a lot of listening to even begin to understand.

The same year I met Palestinians, Israelis and Kurds, all men and all highly emotional. All three of them could argue all evening and cry and wail and fall into each others' arms as well. Sobbing for shared love of the Golan Heights, the desert, the place of their birth. I wasn't unaware of the Israel/Palestine conflict but a Kurd? What is a Kurd? Is there a country? (no)

I learnt such a lot that year, and the year after when I came to Sweden I got to know all about the Kurds too, since Sweden accepted many Kurds as asylum seekers as they were oppressed by... sadly, once again, the Turkish state. The biggest collection of Kurdish language books in the world was to be found in Sweden, not sure it's still true. But in the 80s there was Kurdish language printing of books and children's literature here - to be shipped out to the diaspora. I worked in the town library in the late 80s and we had shelves of these books. It was illegal to print in the Kurdish language in Turkey at the time. 

What good is all this oppression really, in this day and age? In the end people seldom just curl up and die, we resist, we organise, we rebell. And some of us die in the process - but these days, with internet, and mobile phones it is harder to get away with atrocities. The Turks drove the Armenians out and many of them to their deaths, between 1915 and the end of the first world war. Under cover of that horror, other horrors were committed. I hope that it would be impossible today. I have lost touch with Sahag, last I heard he was researching in America, into nematodes on rice plants.

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