When you meet your cycling group or your poetry group or your knit, stitch and bitch sewing group, of a Tuesday evening, you come together not only to share in each others mutual appreciation of certain joys, but most thrillingly, you come together to share in your common humanity.
I am a person. Just like you. And you know, you just can't beat that feeling.
I move around a lot with my work and travel in the UK and abroad, and I have found many interesting ways of making new friends.
Special interest groups, Eventbrite classes, volunteering, local libraries, local community centres, cafes, meet up ( still not sure about meet up really, have you used it? How was it for you?)
The ways to make friends and get connected are endless. (More here on that ) And yes, you might feel a little shy, or have questions like 'what sort of people will be there? Are they going to be normal? Will I feel awquard? What if I don't like anyone?... But thats all part of it.
If you don't put yourself out there you'll never know. Perhaps you'll have to kiss a few frogs first, so to speak, but in the end you will hone your skills in making just the right friends for you.
My teacher used to say to me that truth seekers, have a way of finding eachother. I see what he means. People who come to classes with me for example, or those who follow on instagram, twitter and facebook will have shared common grounding. The more you put yourself out there and make space for lucky meetings, as The Black Swan Effect Says, the more you will be likely to meet your kinfolk.
And so, to celebrate the wonderfulness of last weeks poetry salon, where 19 people got to meet and sit round table; read poems, chat, drink coffee, meditate, get centred, eat luxury hand prepared, freshly baked croissants (my second favourite bit after meeting people) and feel happy to be alive, together-- here is a poem I have been read while attending my own poetry social clubs in the midlands.
The Lady of Shalott
This is a poem by Alfred lord Tennyson. I'd not read it before it was read to me that Friday morning in the Library, but I did quite like it although I don't know why.
"The Lady of Shalott is a magical being who lives alone on an island upstream from King Arthur's Camelot. Her business is to look at the world outside her castle window in a mirror, and to weave what she sees into a tapestry. She is forbidden by the magic to look at the outside world directly. The farmers who live near her island hear her singing and know who she is, but never see her.
The Lady sees ordinary people, loving couples, and knights in pairs reflected in her mirror. One day, she sees the reflection of Sir Lancelot riding alone. Although she knows that it is forbidden, she looks out the window at him. The mirror shatters, the tapestry flies off on the wind, and the Lady feels the power of her curse.
An autumn storm suddenly arises. The lady leaves her castle, finds a boat, writes her name on it, gets into the boat, sets it adrift, and sings her death song as she drifts down the river to Camelot. The locals find the boat and the body, realize who she is, and are saddened. Lancelot prays that God will have mercy on her soul.
This is one of Tennyson's most popular poems. The Pre-Raphaelites liked to illustrate it. Waterhouse made three separate paintings of "The Lady of Shalott". Agatha Christie wrote a Miss Marple mystery entitled "The Mirror Crack'd From Side to Side", which was made into a movie starring Angela Lansbury. Tirra Lirra by the River, by Australian novelist Jessica Anderson, is the story of a modern woman's decision to break out of confinement." ( breakdown, via Pathway.com)
If you've got a friend or loved one, kindly, have them read it aloud to you for added drama and thrillingness. Or read it to them. I'd love to know your thoughts on The Lady Of Shallot... Do you like it? If you do, what do you like most? Leave me a comment bellow 🙂
The Lady Of Shalott