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The Pebbles on the Beach

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Clarence Ellis var en ivrig samler av småstein, eller pebbles som det heter på engelsk, langs elvebredder og strender i England. I 1954 skrev han boken Pebbels on the Beach hvor han med entusiasme og kunnskap beskriver hva pebbles er, og hvor du kan finne dem. 

Jeg har akkurat lest ut boka, og skrev dette på Facebook i går:
En av mine mange pensjonistgleder er Lectio Divina, et par timer med lesing hver morgen. I dag koser jeg meg med The Pebbles on the Beach av Clarence Ellis. Ellis ble født i 1889 og skrev denne boka i 1954. Pebbles, småstein formet av vær og vind gjennom årtusener. Er du som jeg så plukker du gjerne opp en stein eller ti når du er ute og går. Spennende da å vite litt mer om hvordan de små steinene har blitt formet.

I et av de siste kapitlene i boka tar han leserne med på en rundreise langs kysten av England, for å beskrive de ulike steinene du kan finne, og han starter nordøst, på The Holy Island, Lindisfarne.

Jeg har besøkt Lindisfarne flere ganger, blant annet i mai 2007 (disse bildene er derfra), og en av de tingene jeg gjorde var å samle pebbles, ikke bare småstein forresten, jeg samlet glass også, små glassbiter som gjennom århundrene var blitt slipt til vakre, fargerike små "perler". Disse perlene ble gjerne kalt St.Cutbert beads. Stranda på bildene er St. Cuthbert´s Beach, oppkalt etter en av Lindisfarnes viktigste helgener.

 

En dag under et besøk i august 2008, skrev jeg dette blogginnlegget (i den engelske bloggen min Britt -Arnhild´s House in the Woods) :

August 26, 2008

Beads on the shore

        

On the shore between the main island of Lindisfarne and the small St.Cutbert Island I collect small pieces of broken glass and porcelain. The place used to be the garbage place for the island, the only remains of this part of history today are these small colourful pieces. I keep them in a glass bowl on my desk, and from time to time let one or a few slip through my fingers while I say a prayer, (as a non-catholic this is my rosary)

           

 As so many times before I walked in the sand, gathering "beads", praying, and after a while I sat down on one of the benches in silence.

Then all of a sudden the colourful beads got life. Bright, happy life. And the shore filled with laughter.

I felt blessed, picked up one of the beads from my pocket and kept on with my prayers.

 

        

On the shore between the main island of Lindisfarne and the small St.Cutbert Island I collect small pieces of broken glass and porcelain. The place used to be the garbage place for the island, the only remains of this part of history today are these small colourful pieces. I keep them in a glass bowl on my desk, and from time to time let one or a few slip through my fingers while I say a prayer, (as a non-catholic this is my rosary)

           

 As so many times before I walked in the sand, gathering "beads", praying, and after a while I sat down on one of the benches in silence.

Then all of a sudden the colourful beads got life. Bright, happy life. And the shore filled with laughter.

I felt blessed, picked up one of the beads from my pocket and kept on with my prayers.

Beads on the shore

        

On the shore between the main island of Lindisfarne and the small St.Cutbert Island I collect small pieces of broken glass and porcelain. The place used to be the garbage place for the island, the only remains of this part of history today are these small colourful pieces. I keep them in a glass bowl on my desk, and from time to time let one or a few slip through my fingers while I say a prayer, (as a non-catholic this is my rosary)

           

 As so many times before I walked in the sand, gathering "beads", praying, and after a while I sat down on one of the benches in silence.

Then all of a sudden the colourful beads got life. Bright, happy life. And the shore filled with laughter.

I felt blessed, picked up one of the beads from my pocket and kept on with my prayers.