"It doesn’t matter if we’re buried in a lavish crypt or in a mass grave; we still turn to dust. If we are remembered at all, it’s for the good or bad that we did. The older we get, the more time we spend hoping the good outweighs the bad in the eyes of those we leave behind."
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Cherry blossom a gift from Japan
ONE hundred cherry trees have been planted at Kingston Lacy, after being gifted by Japan to celebrate Japanese-British friendship.
The trees, which form part of the National Trust's annual celebration of spring blossom, have been planted in Kingston Lacy's Japanese Garden.
Kingston Lacy, the National Trust property near Wimborne, was the first of the trust's properties to take part in the Sakura project, a Japanese initiative that is gifting around 6,500 cherry trees to parks, gardens and schools across the country.
Three varieties of cherry (Beni-yutaka, Taihaku, and Somei-yoshino), were chosen for this project.
Taihaku (known as the Great White cherry) is particularly relevant as the variety became extinct in Japan but was reintroduced to its homeland by Britain’s Collingwood 'Cherry' Ingram in 1932.
Wednesday, May 27, 2020
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“We can change.
People say we can’t, but we do when the stakes or the pain is high enough. And when we do, life can change. It offers more of itself when we agree to give up our busyness.”
@ANNELAMOTT on love, despair, and our capacity for change: brainpickings.org/2018/10/24/ann…
People say we can’t, but we do when the stakes or the pain is high enough. And when we do, life can change. It offers more of itself when we agree to give up our busyness.”
@ANNELAMOTT on love, despair, and our capacity for change: brainpickings.org/2018/10/24/ann…
Friday, May 22, 2020
I'm an NHS doctor – and I've had enough of people clapping for me.
"I work for the NHS as a doctor. I don’t work “on the frontline” because there isn’t one; I’m not in the army and we aren’t engaged in military combat. But I do work as a consultant on a ward where we have had Covid-19, and colleagues of mine have been very unwell. The requirement to be constantly vigilant and to manage the infection risk makes work more difficult, more stressful, and at times more tragic.
Obviously I carry on going to work – it is my job, one that I enjoy and am being well paid for. I am pleased to have a reason to leave the house. I have a very decent and secure income so count myself extremely lucky.
It would, however, be nice to have clarity about many things, from testing to isolation to proper use of personal protective equipment (PPE). It would also be nice to have worked for the past 10 years in an adequately funded NHS, staffed by people listened to by the government. It would be nice to see appropriate remuneration for the low-paid staff holding the service together, to see that the value of immigrants to the NHS is appreciated, and to have a health service integrated with a functioning social care service.
What I don’t find nice, and I really don’t need, is people clapping. I don’t need rainbows. I don’t care if people clap until their hands bleed with rainbows tattooed on their faces. I don’t even (whisper it) need Colonel Tom, lovely man as he clearly is.
I know many of my colleagues appreciate the clapping, saying that they feel moved and grateful, that the coming together of the community to support the NHS warms the heart. There are others, like me, whose response is that it is a sentimental distraction from the issues facing us.
Even those who liked it at the beginning are becoming wary of the creeping clapping fascism, the competition to make the most obvious and noisiest display, the shaming of non-clappers. Some argue that it unites us, that we’re all in this together. But when, for whatever complex reasons, we hear that poorer areas have double the death rate, with people from ethnic minorities disproportionately affected, I think: are we really in this together? Maybe people should clap a bit louder in inner-city Birmingham than in Surrey.
Are we still allowed to complain about poor resources and potentially unsafe working conditions now we’ve had clapping, rainbows, free doughnuts and a centenarian walking round his garden for us? How dare we?
The NHS is not a charity and it isn’t staffed by heroes. It has been run into the ground by successive governments and now we are reaping the rewards of that neglect, on the background of the public health impact of years of rampant inequality in the UK.
The coronavirus crisis has shone a light on lots of good and bad things in this country. It is of course to be welcomed that key workers, including those for the NHS and social care, are being increasingly valued. I hope the reality is dawning that immigrants and BAME staff are vital to the NHS and we couldn’t manage without them.
But don’t feel you need to clap. Enough with the rainbows. When this ends, people need to show their value of key-working staff in practical ways; pay them enough to be able to live in our cities, and recognise, support and welcome immigrant staff who prop this country up. Listen to the views of NHS workers when they raise concerns, address the culture of blame and bureaucracy. Even my colleagues who still appreciate the clapping will bang a saucepan to that."
/From the Guardian/
PS
Annemarie Plas, architect of the “clap for carers” gesture, has said next Thursday’s event, the tenth, should be the last.
Obviously I carry on going to work – it is my job, one that I enjoy and am being well paid for. I am pleased to have a reason to leave the house. I have a very decent and secure income so count myself extremely lucky.
It would, however, be nice to have clarity about many things, from testing to isolation to proper use of personal protective equipment (PPE). It would also be nice to have worked for the past 10 years in an adequately funded NHS, staffed by people listened to by the government. It would be nice to see appropriate remuneration for the low-paid staff holding the service together, to see that the value of immigrants to the NHS is appreciated, and to have a health service integrated with a functioning social care service.
What I don’t find nice, and I really don’t need, is people clapping. I don’t need rainbows. I don’t care if people clap until their hands bleed with rainbows tattooed on their faces. I don’t even (whisper it) need Colonel Tom, lovely man as he clearly is.
I know many of my colleagues appreciate the clapping, saying that they feel moved and grateful, that the coming together of the community to support the NHS warms the heart. There are others, like me, whose response is that it is a sentimental distraction from the issues facing us.
Even those who liked it at the beginning are becoming wary of the creeping clapping fascism, the competition to make the most obvious and noisiest display, the shaming of non-clappers. Some argue that it unites us, that we’re all in this together. But when, for whatever complex reasons, we hear that poorer areas have double the death rate, with people from ethnic minorities disproportionately affected, I think: are we really in this together? Maybe people should clap a bit louder in inner-city Birmingham than in Surrey.
Are we still allowed to complain about poor resources and potentially unsafe working conditions now we’ve had clapping, rainbows, free doughnuts and a centenarian walking round his garden for us? How dare we?
The NHS is not a charity and it isn’t staffed by heroes. It has been run into the ground by successive governments and now we are reaping the rewards of that neglect, on the background of the public health impact of years of rampant inequality in the UK.
The coronavirus crisis has shone a light on lots of good and bad things in this country. It is of course to be welcomed that key workers, including those for the NHS and social care, are being increasingly valued. I hope the reality is dawning that immigrants and BAME staff are vital to the NHS and we couldn’t manage without them.
But don’t feel you need to clap. Enough with the rainbows. When this ends, people need to show their value of key-working staff in practical ways; pay them enough to be able to live in our cities, and recognise, support and welcome immigrant staff who prop this country up. Listen to the views of NHS workers when they raise concerns, address the culture of blame and bureaucracy. Even my colleagues who still appreciate the clapping will bang a saucepan to that."
/From the Guardian/
PS
Annemarie Plas, architect of the “clap for carers” gesture, has said next Thursday’s event, the tenth, should be the last.
Saturday, February 29, 2020
Forget the rules - funeral costs.
- Forget the rules, there are meaningful ways to bury spiralling funeral costs | Money | The Guardian
Cutting cremation costs
No family, no friends, no ceremony – a grim farewell for some, but a necessary saving for others.
Direct cremations, where there is no service and the ashes are kept or delivered to loved ones, cost from £1,000.
David Bowie, who died in 2016, famously helped raise awareness of this option when he chose to be secretly cremated without family or friends present after telling loved ones he did not want a funeral service.
His ashes were scattered on the Indonesian island of Bali.
But direct cremations still account for only 4% of all cremations each year.
David Collingwood, director of funerals at Co-op Funeralcare – which handles one in six deaths –says interest is growing.
It charges £1,395 – but he says the decision is often led by practicality more than cost, particularly if family members are overseas.
“The service can be ordered over the phone or online,” he explains.
“And families often have a ceremony with the ashes at a later date.”
Costs are relatively low – less than a third of a cremation with a service.
The body goes straight to the crematorium in a plain coffin, and the process takes place at a time convenient to the facility.
“For some, it is appropriate to have a full service with family carrying the coffin and laying flowers,” Collingwood says.
“For others, that is not the priority. They choose to focus on a memorial service or a ceremony to scatter the ashes.”
Cutting cremation costs
No family, no friends, no ceremony – a grim farewell for some, but a necessary saving for others.
Direct cremations, where there is no service and the ashes are kept or delivered to loved ones, cost from £1,000.
David Bowie, who died in 2016, famously helped raise awareness of this option when he chose to be secretly cremated without family or friends present after telling loved ones he did not want a funeral service.
His ashes were scattered on the Indonesian island of Bali.
But direct cremations still account for only 4% of all cremations each year.
David Collingwood, director of funerals at Co-op Funeralcare – which handles one in six deaths –says interest is growing.
It charges £1,395 – but he says the decision is often led by practicality more than cost, particularly if family members are overseas.
“The service can be ordered over the phone or online,” he explains.
“And families often have a ceremony with the ashes at a later date.”
Costs are relatively low – less than a third of a cremation with a service.
The body goes straight to the crematorium in a plain coffin, and the process takes place at a time convenient to the facility.
“For some, it is appropriate to have a full service with family carrying the coffin and laying flowers,” Collingwood says.
“For others, that is not the priority. They choose to focus on a memorial service or a ceremony to scatter the ashes.”
Tuesday, January 14, 2020
"If you see a chance to be kind to someone tomorrow, take it."
Overlooked in Brad Pitt's Hilarious Golden Globes Speech Was a Gift We Almost Always Want From Others, But Rarely Give. In 1 Sentence, Here It Is | Inc.com
Yet living a life guided by kindness isn't always easy.
Do something nice, just because you can, and many will assume you want something.
Yet living a life guided by kindness isn't always easy.
Do something nice, just because you can, and many will assume you want something.
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