Showing posts with label birds. Show all posts
Showing posts with label birds. Show all posts

Friday, July 6, 2018

Birds, Puppets and Books - Thoughts about reprinting 'Flying on Little Wings'

Well, I thought I finally made the decision to reprint Flying on Little Wings  as I only have a few copies left. I looked at the cost again, and the reactions from people who own this little book. 

Flying on Little Wings book
Recently I receive a letter from a lady in Donegal who wanted to buy a copy for her 92-year-old mother. She only found second hand books for way too much money, online. I checked. Around €20 or $20 for a book which sells for €5.


I posted a book to this lady, as a gift, and received another gorgeous response, written on a beautiful card with image of a sunset at a beach in Donegal. (Made by a friend of hers, but no name given)
She wrote: “… The book [Flying on Little Wings] is a treasure… & that is how it will be each day when we see the birds!”

A new shop in Bantry called Forest & Flock, ordered 15 of these books yesterday (and my other books, which are flying of their shelves - thank you Bernie and Maeve).



Anyway. Yesterday I was Very Sure I would reprint. 

An edited version, with some new photos of the birds in my garden; which are waiting to be shared.
I created a new Design page and added the images of the old book to get me started.
Last night, while lying on the couch (a place I am found a little too often these days), I scribbled notes in a well-used ‘viewing copy’: good page; new photo; add new quotes.

I asked readers who told me over the years what this book meant to them, for short quotes for back cover.
Senator Grace O'Sullivan with her copy of Flying on Little Wings
Senator Grace O’Sullivan wrote: “This precious little book is one of my treasures. It sits on my bedside locker where I dip in an out of it for solace.”
Another acquaintance was going to ask her brother “as it helped him so much at the beginning stages of his healing.”

I feel responsible to continue to be the messenger of the wisdom of the birds. 

The book came about from a time in late 2010, early 2011 when I needed (again) to re-evaluate how to continue, how to find ways to be well. The birds told me. For example: ... to be brave, even when you are vulnerable.  I created a handmade book, which was later printed as this 10x10cm little book, small enough to carry nature’s wisdom in one’s pocket.
page from Flying on Little Wings

So, reprinting was going to happen. 

Phyllis who is helping me in the studio as my Creative PA over the summer, looked and listened to my plans this morning. We looked at the new bird photos I had. She listened to the stories I have about these birds.

She is all for a new book. But a Totally New Book. Intertwining my life with the birds in my garden. Which are totally and utterly linked.

So, reprint?
Or a new book?

My mind has been busy with creative ideas since this communication.

My mind also acknowledged the stark truth of life with M.E. at present. In all reality I have not been well enough to do a whole lot else than engage with the bird life outside my windows. At times it is even a challenge to hold the camera still enough to take a picture. The fact that I thought to be going back into the studio and create these amazing new puppets, telling the story of M.E. and Disability, are too far out of reach at present. I hope those day will return. For now I do go into the studio for a few minutes most days, but I have not created a whole lot to show for. Other than finishing the Butterfly Puppet (attaching the wings). 
I have to concede that I am actually not as well as I would like to be.  Not something, which I happily admit to. It makes me sad.
Makes me sad that my creative brain has awoken about ten weeks after my return from the UK, but my body has not yet caught up.
Lying on the couch earlier, I had to face that horrible fact.


But, I can write (again).

Write about the birds.
Perhaps about the Puppets too.
And about the truth of living with M.E. and Disability. In a much more open and honest way that I have perhaps done in the past in my books.  I often like to focus on the good, the positive, or shroud the challenges in gently poetry. Maybe it is time to ‘come clean’. And describe what twenty years of living with M.E. has brought me. Where I am at present. How I am still fighting the system. Fighting to be heard and supported.

Perhaps the book in the making is about all of the above, with the help of the birds – who still teach me so much, and the help of my puppets, who in a funny way taught me to speak up.


As for Flying on Little Wings (second edition), well, if I can miraculously raise half of the reprinting cost (total cost about €1300), I will reprint an updated version.
Alternatively I can make it into an e-book, but it surely does not have the same appeal as the little printed book.  (The size, shape and full colour does not lend itself to the print on demand format.)
So, if you feel strongly about the reprint - please let me know and I will set up a funding page.

And Yes, I will write another book. I was heading that way anyway, I just didn’t know the birds would be in there too.

Flying on Little Wings indeed.
Thanks for listening.


If you like to get your hand on one of the remaining copies of Flying on Little Wings, please see my Shop

Sunday, May 27, 2018

The life of a single parent Robin



It all started a year ago, when a young robin came to visit my small garden on a daily basis.
Of course (s)he was rewarded for the visits by me providing little treats


Even during the winter snow, it would find a safe place to shelter in my willow tree and in the shrubs along the wall. I remember just before the worst winter weather to hit Ireland a few months ago, that (s)he would hop around my garden as if hugely agitated and nervous about the pending weather.


It is kind of sweet to build a 'relationship' with this little bird.

When I saw it checking out the nest box hanging on my studio, and bringing in moss, I was delighted. The box had been there for a few years, but there was also a cat... Obviously this had not been a great place to bring up the kids...
As far as I know it is a mammy who builds the nest, so let call it she.
Daddy came to inspect the nest. The mating ritual started, which includes the male giving food to the female. She flutters like a fledgling. Funny.
Home approved, the female sat on the nest for a few weeks, the male bringing her food.

I could see all this happening, with the best view from my bedroom and kitchen window and when lying on my settle in the greenhouse.

Teamwork!

While weeding the garden, the robin would be by my side - less than a meter away and avail of any worms who saw the light of day.

Mid May, I watched both robins taking the broken eggshells out of the nest box. They flew quiet a distance with these, presumably to not alert any predator of the site of the next.


For the past two weeks (almost) I have been watching the goings on.
Unfortunately there is only one parent now. No idea what happened to the other.


A busy job, being a single parent of 4 baby robins.

(s)he is feeding the 4 nestlings from at least 5.30 am till 9.30 pm. 
Some dedication!

When there is a cat in the garden the robin calls out a panic call and I go out to make sure the cat is out of sight. 


(s)he flies from the tree to the washing line.
Looks around to see if the coast is clear and flies the short distance to the nest.


Yesterday was the first time I saw their little heads stick out over the box- looking out for food.




The robin is soo busy with her offspring that (s)he did have time for a quick bath, but no time for a bit of grooming. she looked rough!












Saturday, September 30, 2017

A wonderful life, a life full of wonder

A post I wrote a good few weeks ago, but never saw the light of day.
So, here it is...



Sometimes life it just wonderful.
Wonder-ful.
Full of wonder.

Facebook
Many of you know that I was never much of a fan of Facebook, but I was 'tricked' back into this strange world to fundraiser for Into the Light just over two years ago. The page wage was managed for me. I just suggested what could be written on it. I stayed away from this scary place for a god while. But, alas, eventually I wrote a few words myself, and added pictures, and then even wrote on my personal page, not just my Art page ... I know...

But, as life moves on, I have moments when I actually like facebook...

Being part of that world, has brought me in contact with many other creative, I would not have met otherwise. I don't get out into the real world all that often.
It led to giving puppet making classes.
It led to some amazing (many private) conversations, about birds, and books, and art.
About healing, and illness, about challenges and gratitude.

photo of juvenile goldcrest on a bed of leaves, by Corina Duyn
Goldcrest

Birds and books

A photo of a little bird which had flown against my kitchen window. The photos of the bird brought a discussion about what kind of bird it was, many got involved.  It also led to a conversation with a fellow nature lover, also living with M.E. Selina is currently in Scotland, and we "visited" each other's gardens, through sharing images, taken from our homes.
I loved that!

Also, recently I was contacted by a lady who's drawings I had posted in a post last year about Severe M.E. Linda had come across  a version of this post on the Disability Arts Online blog. Linda and her husband Greg, then found themselves exploring my website, and made contact with me on facebook.  We are both creatives, like to write, love the birds, identified in such similar ways in terms of the experience of illness. Linda's symptoms are much more severe. Being grateful to have seen some light in my journey, I decided to post a copy of Into the Light to her. Just felt right.  As Hatched  is about my first eight years of illness, when I was still pretty shook, they downloaded the book from my website: Linda:"I really am moved by the words and pictures and they touch my own experience."

When Into the Light arrived at their doorstep, we were all catapulted into a place of wonder and excitement.  Linda was awake during the night and felt compelled to write her thoughts on the book. Greg got inspired to create a beautiful page on their Stonebird Website. I felt overwhelmed by their kindness, and what the creation I had made, made such an impact on people I will most likely never meet in person.

“What we love about this in essence deconstructed and elegantly transformed book, is how it brings accessibility, where an ordinary book is too heavy, too complex and often too many pages and too many words to manage. 

The imagery and photography convey so much to me personally – they elicit a recognition and deep resonance in my heart of my own experience, yet bring hope. They seem to bring a multi dimensional aspect because it resonates so deeply with what I know myself also from my own very severe illness and helps me recognises a bond of knowing between us, carried through the messages, words, imagery, beyond what is physically seen – the gift of not aloneness, the comprehension of pain, the need to surrender to the experience yet not to give in, the triumph, the resilience of the human heart and spirit despite intense physical suffering.” (Linda Crowhurst - See more at the Stonebird website)

What can I say.
It has been an amazing week.

... And to top it all, at the very moment I was writing this I heard a motorbike stop outside my gate. Followed by a knock on the door. The driver has seen one of my prints I have displayed on the wall...
'Into the Light print:
'The blessing for which we hunger are not to be found
in other places or people.' John O'Donohue  - Anan Cara
We had a lovely chat and he went away with a copy of Into the Light .

So, Facebook can be full of wonder, 

but having this unexpected visitor equates to a wonderful life.



Friday, June 16, 2017

For the Love of Birds

Is is remotely possible that my little Sally Cat actually rescued a fledgelings Sparrow?


two fledgelings sparrows in my garden
Sally came in my bedroom this morning with a tiny bird, which was slightly frothing at the mouth.
Sally had the same 'talk' as she does when she brings me her Teddy.
Unlike any other cat I know when it has a prey, she did not held onto it but 'gave' it to me in a way. Talking to me, and purring.

I picked up the little bird, brought it to the kitchen and put its bill in a small bowl of water. It immediately revived ...And flew off the kitchen counter and under the couch...

Today's exercise taken care of for me so!  I had to crouch on the floor, stretching my arms to reach the little bird, before trying to get up again, bird in hand to walk outside...
I put it in the grasses, in the hope it was ok.
But as Sally still had an interest in it, I thought I should make a 'safe-house' for the bird. Just in case.

Walked into my studio, found a large tub. Filled it with compost, twigs, shelter, moss, water, food... only to not being able to find the little bird again.
Neither did Sally, who watched with interest, and purred all the time...
I hope to goodness that it was able to fly away.

I went back to bed to recover from these early morning exercises. My legs are sore, my arms are hanging like useless objects along my body.

All for the Love of Birds.
fledgelings sparrow few days ago
sparrow
fledgling Great tit

Thursday, June 1, 2017

Arrived

48 Hours after leaving home I finally made it to my destination. Texel. The biggest island of the Dutch north coast. You'd swear I was traveling to New Zealand, it all took so long.

It was a very eventful, challenging, frustrating, worrying, and upsetting journey. But with some beautiful moment of kindness, love and compassion. However,  I still rather had been on that scheduled flight...

The first few hours after the cancellation of the Aer Lingus flight, on which I and many others had already checked in for (see last post), was spend trying to figure out how the next step of my journey was going to happen. 

The Cork Airport Hotel staff were just absolutely amazing. They allowed me to stay in the room till 2 o'clock so at least I could have a sleep and rest before the next flight was due at 5:20pm.
The Receptionist even tried to contact Aer Lingus as she could see that the disruption of my plans were really are the air line's  problems. She felt that they should help me figure out where to stay next. And assure me I would bit end up having to pay the newly incurred costs.
You see I would not arrive in Amsterdam airport in time to be collected by my brother and brought to the island where I was staying. We would not have been in time for the ferry. And my brother was unable to pick me up that night anyway. 
So that meant that they might have to stay in a hotel at the airport in Amsterdam. That would've been a very costly stay, financially. It also brought me to tears thinking how I was going to manage with severely depleted energy, a wheelchair, and a suitcase full of books. I found it difficult to oversee all these challenges while so exhausted. The Kind receptionist even rang to find me a accessible room nearly Schiphol airport. She was so kind. (And so we're here colleagues.) We agreed that some breakfast might make me feel better and a good rest.

When I returned to the desk, she was trying to get a hold of Aer Lingus again but was unsuccessful. Around that same time I received a message from my friend Marga who offered to pick me up and I could stay with her for the night. The receptionist suggested that maybe it would be good idea to be with a friendly face, a friendly person that night to ease the stress. That was a good point. I took Marga up on her offer and she kindly collect me from the airport later that night. If I was not in a wheelchair, I would have kissed the Dutch ground...

It was so good to see her, also as it was the first time I saw her after the passing of her husband, my dear friend Gert, two months earlier. It was beautiful to be in her company to share memories. To be in the house and feel his presence. The house felt peaceful but it obviously felt strange. Gert was not there.

I am glad though that I had the opportunity to see Marga and at the same time being supported in my personal challenge.

The following morning my brother Hans  picked me up and we drove to the ferry at Den Helder and made it onto the island of Texel. We stopped briefly to look at the location of the family reunion accommodation, before driving to my hotel.
A day late.

   
Arrived in Texel!

Brothers Hans and Kees Duyn

My Brother Kees, who lives in Canada, was going to spend the few nights with me in the hotel I had booked in Texel. I figured a few days of rest before the busy weekend would make sense. And I was glad my brother Akers agreed to join me.
A few days to catch up on our lives, just the two of us before the remainder of the family arrives for the reunion. Kees arrived in Holland a week ago and had been cycling to various friends. He had arrived the day before on his bicycle in Texel. 
It was lovely to have lunch with two brothers, before finally taking ownership of my hotel-bed-and home for the next few days.

After a rest Kees brought me through the small town centre, which is full of tourists shops. We didn't get into any of them, other than a bookshop and the supermarket...
We both prefer nature. And not so many people.

It is lovely to realise how much we have in common, how we both view of the world and experience our lives.
It is very rare occasion that I can spend a few days with Kees, just the two of us. I am so enjoying this. I treasure it.

Lying on the bed, I spotted a big bird on the roof across the road. I thought it was a large crow type bird with a twig in its feet. It actually turned out to be a bird of prey. I wanted to photograph it but I did not have my camera with the telephoto lens... I saw that the birds, there were two, and their minders were walking towards the little square in front of our hotel. I asked Kees if you could please bring me outside in the wheelchair. We did and I got extremely close to this South American Falcon. I was just beautiful. And the Falconer asked if Kees wanted to have the bird land on his arm. 

South American Falcon on table in Texel 

 

Probably my photo of the day. The accidental one. The Falcon walking away from me, me cuddling with my iPhone to get the position right...
shadow of falcon on bricks 

So. 
I have arrived.
I am exhausted.
I am happy.
I have rested for most of my time.  And had some lovely chats, and shared comfortable silences.
My brother is out on the bike again, and later on we will take the bus to a nearby smaller village. Where I  see and smell the SEA! Maybe even get my toes into the Dutch waters.




Saturday, May 20, 2017

Photography

I love, 
LOVE
taking photos...


My camera is most of the time within reach. On the table, where I spend a lot of the time looking out the window, watching the birds and the world go by.
sparrow feeing its young sitting on a window box
sparrow feeing its young

I have a good camera, a Canon  EOS 1200D. The camera is heavy, especially when I attach the telephoto lens to it. BUT this lens can bring the world closer - in times when I can't get to the place I like to photograph. They are my 'legs' in a way.

I tried to film with this camera too, but my arms don't stay steady long enough, so after a year of research (and driving everyone demented with my for- and- against arguments) I purchased an iPhone.  And I must say, it does take brilliant photographs and is very easy to use in terms of filming.

Yesterday I was getting my Canon camera ready to bring to the family reunion in Holland.
I saw a sparrow feeding its young, I grabbed my camera, put the telephoto lens on it to capture that very moment of daddy feeding its offspring.
Glorious.
sparrow about to feed its young sitting on a window box
sparrow feeding its young
But I had great difficulty holding my camera. My right arm stayed weak from a very long time afterward. That almost brought me to tears.
If I bring my camera to Holland, I probably need to bring the (lightweight)  tripod too. And that is all too much to bring, so... I probably just bring the iPhone.

This experience brought me to share with you how I made an attachment to my wheelchair which can hold the phone. I can take pictures, or videos without having to hold it. I don't even have to reach up, as I can take pictures using the remote shutter release by connecting the headphones cable and pressing the + or - volume button.

To make my 'devise' I used a selfie-stick, bought at Dealz  (discount store) for €1.50, and a few strips of Velcro.
That is all!



homemade smart phone attachment for wheelchair
homemade smart phone attachment for wheelchair
homemade smart phone attachment for wheelchair
three strips of Velcro to secure the stick
homemade smart phone attachment for wheelchair
hands off smart phone connection for
wheelchair
iphone on selfie stick with the  headphones connected. the volume button functions as a remote shutter release.
iphone on selfie stick with the
headphones connected.
the volume button functions as a
remote shutter release.

Monday, March 27, 2017

One with nature


My left side is tree - the right side is me - I am partly putting down roots ...
Kate Firth - Venus Reborn



As time with illness progressed 
I became one with nature

I am part of my garden
The garden is part of me

An overgrown path 
makes me feel 
restricted
A pot-bound plant 
stops me 
from growing

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The first shoots of spring
make me come alive

The birds 
make me sing 






quote and words from Into the Light


Page from Into the Light by Corina Duyn with image of root sculpture in nature
Page from Into the Light

Thursday, February 23, 2017

Resilience of the birds


In light of the storm and heavy rain during the night, 
just a few words today:
an observation from 2004...


SINGING LESSON 3 July 2004

Birds singing 
while hailstones 
are belting down 
on top of them

There must be 

a lesson
in this 



Corina Duyn.  Hatched  2006

two goldfinches on bare apple tree branches , photo © Corina Duyn
goldfinches in my garden © Corina Duyn




Further reading and links














Wednesday, February 22, 2017

The Twenty Minute Creative Rule

Learning, exploring, growing, twenty minutes at the time...


Words from an earlier blog in August 2014: 

"After a time of really doubting how I could possibly go further within the experience of worsening symptoms, I had to peek into my bag of tricks again...  staying within my limits even if this seemed very, very tight.  Re-adjusting. Again. Finding new ways..."

It took a very long time to reach that point of acceptance again. I got there. During this time I started working on a bird sculpture. A freedom bird.  20 minutes at the time. It took me five months, but here she is. She is called my "Twenty minute Bird".

"Twenty Minute Bird" 44x30x20cm
 Corina Duyn 2014

The Twenty Minute Creative Rule became my motto ever since.


  • For example, my Into the Light book in a box came about in these twenty minute sessions. Mostly only one session a day. 
  • These daily blog pages are written twenty minutes at the time. I take a break and come back to it later.
  • Sculptures and tapestries (see links below for images) were, and still are being created in the same way. One twenty minute session a day.

I set my clock for 18 minutes, so when the bell goes off, I know I have a few more minutes to finish what I am doing.

Yes, I do curse the bell at times!

And yes, it is hard to walk away from a creative project.

But.
I also know that if I don't stick to my plan, my body will retaliate.
I will be in more pain. I will get more exhausted over time. And I risk a relapse.

I know that by sticking to my time-schedule, I actually can produce more work in the long run.
Just in very small segments of time. But I have results to show for.

If I do not stick to my schedule, I get ill. And thus can not work. And thus am more aware of illness in my life. Aware of restrictions in my life. I can get annoyed or upset, with all the things I can not do, while I lie on the couch thinking about all I want to do.

Better to work with the 'beast' of illness, than to work against it.

AND of course

This twenty minute plan, and the results it can brings, 
is  NOT solely for those experiencing illness

EVERYONE
can find a few of those Twenty Minute slots in their week ...



PS. One of the challenges is to switch of the brain after twenty minutes, especially with a new creative project. For example how I can make the animated figures for my current project, how does filming work, etc.
Meditation helps. And writing down on a piece of paper or in my journal, how I would like my work to progress. This eases the space a new project can take up in my brain.



Further reading and links