Thursday, 31 December 2020

I Await The New Year

With an hour to go till midnight, and this year's end, I'm in a reflective mood. 

The one thing 2020 wasn't, was the year of perfect vision.

One thing 1st January 2021 won't be, is a clean break with the past.

What can be new about a new year? What can be made new in our lives - the days which include loss and growth, hopeful watching, and cautious fear?

Each day of it. Each dawn. Each chance to wake into morning and take it as a gift. 

Yesterday I walked in sunshine on snow-covered hills. My feet slipped on ice, but when I stood still and looked up, I was dazzled by clean light. Today, I cycled down avenues striped by the shadows of stripped trees. My feet grew cold, but when I stopped in sunlight, I warmed as if I'd the capacity for stillness, like a lizard on rock.

Much will be the same tomorrow as it has been in this passing year, yet I am resolved to find something new in each day of it.







Sunday, 13 December 2020

I Commit To Paper



On Wednesday evening, I launched I Buy A New Washer (and Other Moderate Acts of Independence) by Zoom, from my bathroom. I decided on the bathroom location as the book has its origins in my learning to change a tap washer back in 2014, albeit in a different bathroom. I was so proud of my achievement that I started a blog in order to let people know about the experience. 

From that act of minor independence to now, I have written around 250 entries, now edited to a book of 52 short essays which span the course of a year. You can read the endorsements on the back cover - they'll give you a flavour of what it's about. 

I enjoyed  the book launch enormously, not least because so many people I care about were able to attend. I also like my book, which (as those of you who have published your work) is not guaranteed. I like the feel of it, the cover design, the thickness of the paper, guaranteeing no show-through. I like the colour of the font in which the title and my name appear (teal, I think).  It's a physical treat to pick it up, feel the smooth cover, open it to its first white, thick, blank page, turn that page to see the title again. It's still too early for me to look much further. Now that I've committed to paper, I know I won't be able to hover my cursor over a sentence to insert a missing Oxford comma, if there is one. 

Committing to paper meant eschewing the photographs I often use in the digital realm for drawings by John Rae. These lift the whole to a cheerfulness which is more Billy Collins than Philip Larkin, something I could not have achieved alone. Whilst I admire Larkin, of course, and all the other slightly depressed poets, you can bet Collins has had more fun. 

From deepest Somerset, Krakow, Edinburgh, and Wem they logged in to wish the book well on its journey into the world, and what is more, they brought their own drinks. I told you they were a generous crowd. For Penny in Western Australia, it was 4.30 am the next day. My editor Ross Donlon (Mark Time Books) was even further ahead -- 7.30 am in Castlemaine, Victoria. This skillful display of time and distance travel was all part of the ride.

Although moving from the digital (this blog) to the page (that book) may seem counter-cultural, for me it's been necessary at a time when so much of my time is spent staring at a screen a couple of feet away from my varifocals. The book weighs in at 210g. I know this because I've weighed it (plus packaging) in order to post it out to readers. 

If you would like to buy a copy of your very own, they cost £10 each including second class UK postage. If you want to get a first class postal service, add 50 pence. Email me at liz.lefroy@btinternet.com to let me know your requirements. If it's a gift, I can giftwrap and add a card for another £1 and post it straight to the recipient. If you live outside the UK, I can work out the postage rates. 

You can also find I Buy A New Washer (and Other Moderate Acts of Independence) in the Poetry Pharmacy in Bishops Castle, and Pengwern Books, Shrewsbury. And there is a lending copy at Shrewsbury Library, (although the librarian I've been dealing with has taken it home for the weekend, so you may have to wait your turn). I will sort out a wider means of distribution in the new year. 

I'm deeply grateful to those who suggested this project to me, in particular Ross Donlon and Anna Dreda. I am so grateful to you, my readers. Some of you -- Peter, Kev, Anna, Graham, Helen, Morar, Mike (and it turns out, Zoe!) -- have been reading diligently for years. 

When I started this blog in 2014, I thought it would be a playground in which I could practise my poetry writing skills. What I've discovered is that playfulness / mucking about / having fun / being spontaneous (and moderately independent) suits me. 




Saturday, 5 December 2020

I Bring Glad Tidings

In an age of bad news, 24 hour news, Twitter gobbets, news segments, and filets, glad tidings seem preferable. Glad Tidings of Great Joy, sang the angels, that first Christmas. "Fake news!" say some, but that's missing the point. If angels bring glad tidings, I've encountered more than a few recently. 

I've started a list to explain what I mean:

1. Outside In, a group of dedicated, thoughtful, experienced and willing-to-be-vulnerable individuals whose lives are not easy for a variety of reasons, have won a social care accolade. I work with this group, and they are phenomenal. Watch the glad tidings here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TM__2YgCD7U You'll also see other people from across social care settings in Wales who give of themselves, and do so gladly. 

2. Students at St Hugh's College, Oxford, said, 'So what?' to lockdown, and compiled a virtual advent Nine Lessons and Carols: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bfPr1ZMDAoQ  as did many other colleges and universities in the UK and beyond. These young people, who've spent a term in various forms of isolation, make themselves vulnerable by singing in their rooms, recording, splicing it all together. They know it will be flawed, and it's extra beautiful as a result. Reaching the top notes without a hitch is not an angel requirement. They choose to use the privileges of their youth to record a service which has brought comfort and joy to the 281 people who've watched it so far. 

3. Those scientists who've been working on vaccines, vulnerable to criticism and false claims of conspiracy. Those health professionals who are working out how to get it to, and in us, routinely working 12, 14 hour days, vulnerable to exhaustion. 

4. Teachers going into schools day after day, carrying on regardless, working harder than ever, risking the vulnerability of exposure to C-19 on our behalf. 

Angels: they're everywhere, shown up not by bright light and lofty positions, but by their willingness to engage with the grit and the grist of human experience.  

I'm so glad I know so many of them.