Friday 29 May 2020

Of Experience

"Even facts become fictions without adequate ways of seeing 'the facts'.  We do not need theories so much as the experience that of the theory.  We are not satisfied with faith, in the sense of an implausible hypothesis irrationally held: we demand to experience the 'evidence'.

The opening words of R.D. Laing's The Politics of Experience.

Yesterday I went to see a mother who's twenty year old son had just died of leukaemia.  I felt some sort of bond with this friend  as I recall my own experience of being forced to put my hand on the door handle of death.  (We were allowed to stand back and did not go through.)  It struck me that the only thing I needed to do was to listen to her experience, which was painful and wonderful at the same time.

Laing notes that our experience of the world is an internal affair.  We make sense of what is going on around us by interpreting our own experiences, 'I experience that you experience'.  He also reflects how experiences become communal.  For example the experience yesterday of banging on pans and clapping the NHS.  Without others, there is no experience.  The experience has a meaning, but we all take part (or not) for our own various reasons and motivations. The two cause an interaction.

Listening to the 2016 recording of the 'In Our Time' discussion on Animal Farm, I was very interested by the critique given by Mary Vincent, professor of Modern History at Sheffield University.  I felt that the comment made was salutary for everyone.Vincent felt that George Orwell (Eric Blair) had made fundamental errors of judgement on the Spanish Civil War giving Stalin too much credence for events in that country.  She felt that he had made up his mind, based on his own personal experiences, and then launched his book, with initial resistance from publishers, with a calm, clear but one-sided view drawn from his own blinkered experience.  Orwell's position was not being judged by Vincent.  It was a statement of 'what Orwell did, neither right nor wrong'.  He chose not to listen to other view points for his own reason.   (And this is my own personal understanding of Vincent's critique!)

I understand Orwell's need for 'journalese'. It's a shame when a good story is marred by 'facts'. And it is just a story, an offering, so you can do what ever you will with it. 

Sometimes the clear uni-dimensional voice is the easiest to comprehend.  This gives it greater power, with positive and negative effects.  I also thought about the recent articles in The Guardian (and other papers) about the interview with Mano Totau, an Australian resident of Tongan decent, who along with five other boys, actually experienced life on a desert island for over a year and a half.  Their experience was quite different from the one portrayed in William Golding's 'Lord of the Flies'.  I considered that when I read the book, years ago as a teenager, my thoughts were to be despondently drawn into thinking, 'yes, he's right, I would be like that.  Terrible and depressing.'  But the paper went on to describe William Golding's own childhood experiences of brutality and deprivation, even as one of the elite in British society.  Perhaps this was Golding's own personal experience of life, not to be generalised to all?

In Chapter Four (Us and Them, page 65) RD Laing says:

"Only when something has become problematic do we start to ask questions.  Disagreement shakes us out of our slumbers, and forces us to see our own point of view through contrast with another person who does not share it.  But we resist such confrontations.  The history of heresies of all kinds testifies to more than the tenancy to break off communication (excommunication) with those who hold different dogmas or opinions; it bears witness to our intolerance of different fundamental structures of experience.  We seem to need to share communal meaning to human existence, to give with others a common sense to the world, to maintain consensus."

It strike me that there are two specific aspects of intolerance to notice.
1) Intolerance towards minute difference.  This intolerance to 'the cult', or anything that is close, but misses my perfection.  So to outsiders the Mormon, or Jehovah's Witness looks no different to any other Christian doctrine.  To the insider, it's 'chalk and cheese'.  We see this intolerance in the natural world where the robin in my garden can tolerant any other bird (within reason) but not another red breasted robin, oh no.  Also I notice that children tend to fear, impress, engage with, peers, or people they are most similar to, rather than older or younger people, where none of this dynamic seems to apply.
2) Intolerance towards fundamental differences.  Here we see right-wing governments preferentially  choosing 'christian' refugees from Syria, even though this is such an 'unchristian' act.  They fear the dilution of 'their own culture', when it is will be the other cultures that have the most to fear.  An example I note from George Borrow's books is the intolerance to gypsies and travellers, because they 'break all the rules'.  They do not recognise the laws they themselves had no part in making.

This morning, as I consider where to explore, I looked at my maps.  I have cycled, walked, every lane, every path in my vicinity. I have to reach further now; to extend myself.  My near world is completely examined.   I now must explore further away.

Laing discusses the difference between this 'outer world' of exploration, and the 'inner world'.   Just as yesterday we visited my sister-in-law in Bedford, who although living in Bedford for thirty years, had never walked down a certain footpath until it was pointed out to her, so we can have lanes, and pathways of our inner world, that are completely missed.

Some paths of the inner world may be well trodden.  Some can be walked 'with eyes closed'.  Some I have never valued, or assume I already know (we don't need to go down there'), and therefore give little attention.

Some aspects of my inner world I may not like.  It might notice a smell, or associated experiences such as shame, fear, prejudice or even weariness.

In my mind, the inner world is like entering the 'Underland' as described in Robert Macfarlane's book of that name.  Macfarlane notes that 'up' in our language is generally 'good', and 'down' not good.

The underland is an unfamiliar world, a world of darkness, mystery , ancient wonders (Paris Catacombs) and atrocities (Julian Alps).  A bit like our homes, the inner world is a reflection of ourselves, what we value, our motivations, our vulnerabilities.  Like our homes, parts of it may be presentable, other part 'dumping grounds'.  We also have a relationship with our inner world; parts we will like, and feel comfortable in and safe.  Other parts we treat like our worst enemy.  We are at war in our inner world, or at the best, at an uncomfortable truce.

To Experience- 
Experience come through the senses-

Level One - Starts with the physical sensations picked up by the body through sight, touch (pain, pleasure, temperature, pressure), sound, taste, smell.  People will use these senses different.  For those who do not have access to some of these senses, they are likely to use the senses they have to compensate, and experience the world differently.  For example a blind person may have a different view on the Muslim 'Niqab' to a sighted person.  Deaf people are affected differently by the social isolation experience caused by coronavirus.  Our senses integrate also, sometimes successfully, sometimes with dissonance.

Level Two - The interpretation given to sensations - 'this is good', 'this is indifferent', 'I don't want this'. We see this in animals.  Our rabbit approaches, inquisitive, indifferent, alarmed (and withdraws).  Attribute can operate subconsciously and present as an automatic reaction, regulated a split second later by cognitive appraisal.  Thus I may experience an automatic reaction to the sight of a spider, which a split second later I see is dead, or know not to threaten me.

Level Three - Internal experiences affect the present.  The current experience mingles with past experience.  This can trigger new sensations (in the mind, or psychic).  Thus past experiences curse or bless the present.  A Somali mother I met was devastated by a 'mad' neighbour throwing eggs at her door.  She had fled a war to come to the safety of England.  The eggs were more than a perplexing irritation. Michel Foucault urges us to be aware of the power of 'history', and its effect on limiting or intervening on  the present.

Level Four - Our body operates within our current mental states.  Generally this is understood as a unitary state (we are in one state or another, dependent on threat levels, stress and mental wellbeing.   'A state of alert' (the red zone) is when our brains are on self preserving autopilot.  'A state of Arousal' (orange zone) is when we are apprehensive of an incoming threat and can either go to red, or to green. A State of Stasis or calm (green zone) is when we are able to explore, think, problem solve, rationalise and plan.  Thus we may have many aspects to ourselves, not just one.

Laing (page 33) echos Ecclesiastes when he says....
'We are afraid to approach the fathomless, bottomless groundlessness of everything.  
"There is nothing to be afraid of" - The ultimate reassurance, and the ultimate terror.'

'Science' must observe, measure, and record  'behaviour', before making an objective hypothesis about experience.  However to truly remove (or reduce) prejudice, behavioural observations are simplified to the level of 'stupid'.

There has to be a framework on which to construct experience that offers satisfaction (to link back to Laing's original quote).

I am more interested in the side of agreement  rather than disagreement here.  Sometimes it takes 'the outsider', free from the reverence given to the shibboleths of culture and faith, to illuminate what true 'experience' actually is, rather than 'theory' or 'blind faith' (the story of the Emperor's new cloths).

Recently reading Ecclesiastes in the Bible I thought, 'does this really encompass great wisdom?  Are there not far more profound books?  What is my relationship with this work?  What if I came across it in a newspaper article, or it was presented as a great work from another faith, what would my appraisal of it then be?'

As with Shakespeare, is it great for all, or for those who are told to consider it great?
And what about other people's Shakespeare?  What ever that might look like?  Would I be able to notice?




















Monday 25 May 2020

Happening


A Time for everything

A day to be born and a day to sleep,
Sowing in faith that one day we’ll reap.
From death and hell comes a spirit of healing,
Tears at this moment knowing joy is coming.
A time to grieve and a time to dance,
Stones are scattered, and stones gathered up.

Today we embrace, tomorrow stand off,
All day I’m searching, but time says ‘enough’.
Treasure once held is now cleared away,
Yesterday torn up, then restored today.

To love perchance to make a date, 
Not with a heart that’s full of hate.
Unleash we now the dogs for war,
And when it's done, push peace to the fore.


Walking the Fields

The Lady's Walk to Stoughton Church

King's Norton Church

A proud father no doubt put up this sign in the village
(Lydia Rose Rees born here 06.04.2015)


We know this church well.  
Looking back at the Church.

The Narnia gate

Clear where to go?

Tuesday 19 May 2020

Not to be said

When my father-in-law was in intensive care in Oxford in a coma, he was cared for by a Filipino nurse who told us she was caring for Brian as if he was her own father.  She explained that her father had also had a head injury and gone into a coma in the Philippines, but he had died.  We were very grateful for her meticulous care.  We were also reminded just how fortunate we are to live in a wealthy country which can afford intensive care.

The current health crisis reminded me that over the years life expectancy in the west has crept up higher and higher.  Very often we are kept alive by extensive medical interventions.  Without these interventions I would probably have died in my late teens.

Average Life expectancy in the UK
It is therefore perhaps not a surprise to see who is most at risk when it comes to a virus that can be both meek, and savage at the same time.
Dementia is the most common complicating factor at 20%

The death rate falls across the year, but is inflated through late March and April 2020.
This is hard to take.  Hence in the west we are hiding indoors.  In time we will discover what the true cost has been and the full range of suffering round the world.  Is anyone counting?

I am interested that the risk of death is almost twice the rate for males compared with females.  Risks across the ethnicities go like this:- Chinese females (lowest risk) to Black males (highest risk).  Dual Heritage and White have similar risks.) However there are countries round the world, such as India (Kerala) where it has been noted that death rates are low.  Even in Brazil where the government has been heavily criticised for it's right-wing nonchalance, the death rate has been surprisingly low in the crowded flavelas of Rio.

Theories to date.

Risks are in this order
1) Medical Vulnerability
2) Age
3) Gender
3) Sociological factors
4) Genetics (blood type)
5) Climate?  Smoking? (both good and bad)

Pandemic Proverb,
"It is as much use to own a second home, as to it is own a star, except the star can look after itself."


Sunday 17 May 2020

Wisdom

Inspiring thoughts from the Morning Service with Rev Dr Alison Jack and Father Dermot Preston.

Wisdom, defined as 'Word' and 'Spirit'.....the mind of God.....the Holy Spirit, spoke of as 'female' in the bible.  I think of Athena and her owl.  Is this the 'female' presence in the trinity?

Proverbs 8:
22 "I, wisdom, was with the Lord when he began his work, long before he made anything else. 
23 I was created in the very beginning, even before the world began. 
24 I was born before there were oceans, or springs overflowing with water, 
25 before the hills were there, before the mountains were put in place. 
26 God had not made the earth or fields, not even the first dust of the earth. 
27 I was there when God put the skies in place, when he stretched the horizon over the oceans, 
28 when he made the clouds above and put the deep underground springs in place. 
29 I was there when he ordered the sea not to go beyond the borders he had set. I was there when he laid the earth's foundation. 
30 I was like a child by his side. I was delighted every day, enjoying his presence all the time, 

31 enjoying the whole world, and delighted with all its people.

And in Proverbs 9:
1 Wisdom has built her house;
    she has set up its seven pillars.
She has prepared her meat and mixed her wine;
    she has also set her table.
She has sent out her servants, and she calls
    from the highest point of the city,
    “Let all who are simple come to my house!”
To those who have no sense she says,
    “Come, eat my food
    and drink the wine I have mixed.
Leave your simple ways and you will live;
    walk in the way of insight.”
Whoever corrects a mocker invites insults;
    whoever rebukes the wicked incurs abuse.
Do not rebuke mockers or they will hate you;
    rebuke the wise and they will love you.
Instruct the wise and they will be wiser still;
    teach the righteous and they will add to their learning.
10 The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom,
    and knowledge of the Holy One is understanding.


Friday 15 May 2020

Morning Wonder

Working on the late shift means a morning walk.  This is some of what I saw.

1) Nuthatch on a tree pretending to be a Treecreeper.
You can just see it
Nut hatch up close
2) The memorial to conscientious objectors from the First World War (this is Leicester).  Fresh flowers today because is is International Contentious Objector Memorial Day. (Google will not be publicising that with a doodle.)
Memorial to the unknown Conscientious Objector
3) The building work at the new Maternity hospital.  I see the plans with hope and despair!  The idea is fine.  The finish seems chaotic.  I'm open minded.
This is the site where our girl were born.
4) The industrial river though Leicester.  Full of wildlife.  Stonechat, Falcon, warbler (little green one, hovering like a humming bird.)
The River Soar

5) A new path past Sir Jonathan North School.





Washbrook Nature Reserve
A 2.5 mile walk taking in green Leicester

Wednesday 13 May 2020

Golf Course Finale

Notice for all footpath users!! 
We hope you have enjoyed using our Golf Course
more liberally than normally allowed.
Yesterday Margaret and I were greeted by this sign.  It replaced the previous sign put up when the golf club was closed in lockdown.  The previous sign said "do not walk on the golf course- stick to the footpaths!!"  I insisted that we obeyed this rule because I did not want to be the reason why the golf course was closed off to the public.  However the new sign acknowledged that I was very much in a minority and the vast number of walkers saw the empty golf course as a licence to roam.  Last night I said to Margaret "let's roam", so we did, and saw new parts of the course course that normally only the players see.

we also saw.....
A male Bull Finch, which I tried to photograph. 
My picture is the one in the circle.
 Today- the golfers have their domain back again, and police it by firing little white balls at anyone bold enough to step out of line.
Piggy's Hollow- again

Saturday 9 May 2020

New walk to Stoughton

Lady's Walk from Stoughton Grange Farm to St Mary's Church 

Looking back from the Church

Taking a peek into the church
Ghostly figure looking in!

















































Stoughton Grange once a grand house on the outskirts of Leicester.

Stoughton Grange

Demolished in 1926.  Bought by the Co-op as a farm
A family farm park from a number of years,
often visited by my children.
Shadow of where the old house was

Old map superimposed over aerial view

Sunday 3 May 2020

Golf Course Story

The Maps
Contemporary map from OS.

Aerial view from Google

Aerial Geotech surveillance showing contours.

1884 OS map showing footpaths across the field
1627 Tithe Map of Evington-
with Hall Yard Close becoming 'Piggy's Hollow in the C19th

History
At the Norman invasion the lands around St Denys Church belonged to Leicester Abbey, with Manor Farm next door (Stoughton Farm Park site).  The Site was fortified in the 13th century.
After the reformation the land was transferred to the Grey family of Bradgate Park.
The to their enemies, the Hastings, and on the the Cavendish family.

Neglect resulted in Hall Yard Close falling down.  In Victorian times a farmer called Piggy's Wilson used the ditches to secure his pigs.

The golf course says it opened in 1890 on most of the medieval fields, with the undulating furrows still very visible.

Evington Chapel is a small baptist chapel on the Evington Green.  It is said to have bought in 1834 an organ from Prince Albert.  Apparently Albert had bought it but found it too small for his requirements.

Geography
The Evington Brook forms a gentle valley through the golf course.  The arboretum has stone paths of Breedon granite.  Piggy's Hollow was kept full of water via a natural spring in Evington Village.  The moat attempts to fill from time to time in wet weather.  We found the slopes on the golf course are just too shallow for successful sledging on a snowy day.

Photography
(Eligible) history board at Piggy's Hollow

The ditches

Evington Brook - dammed at places in the golf course to create a 'water hazard'.

Every tree tells a story in the Aboretum


Historic Photographs

Shady Lane - no cars

POW camp on the Arboretum
Fauna and Flora
Look for....
Green Woodpecker
Greater Spotted Woodpecker
Thrush
Chiff-chaff
Resident Pheasant
Orange tip butterfly- male and female

The References
https://www.parksandgardens.org/places/shady-lane-arboretum
http://www.evingtonecho.co.uk/evingtons-moated-site-known-as-piggys-hollow/
http://www.evingtonecho.co.uk/evington-history-and-heritage-group-piggys-hollow/
https://historicengland.org.uk/listing/the-list/list-entry/1010686
https://leicesterww2.wordpress.com/2017/12/11/the-life-and-legacies-of-p-o-w-in-leicestershire/