Sunday, 22 July 2007

Remembering Jude Richardson, a landscape architect, an artist, a friend

Googling is something too much of a good thing. A few minutes ago, I decided to google some of my long lost friends, and, lo and behold, someone had died. Half a year ago already. And I didn't know about. Here is the obituary, first appeared in the Glasgow Herald, and re-published at http://www.greenspace.org.uk/default.asp?page=413.

Jude, you have achieved so much that I could not have. Thank you for doing what I wish I could be doing. See you in the eternal landscape of light and beauty again.

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Jude Richardson

31/03/57 – 16/01/07

By JOHN HANCOX

Jude Richardson was a polymath, a Renaissance woman. She was a landscape artist, landscape architect, musician, and above all an educator. Her work with children to develop their own innovative play areas and on improving playgrounds has been greatly appreciated and enjoyed by countless children across Scotland and has also helped to change the way in which public space in Scotland is perceived.

Jude had an astonishing number of interests: When friends gathered recently at St Mary’s Cathedral for a celebration of her life, the event opened to the sound of music she made with drumming group, Repercussion – she was a fine musician. She had hung exhibitions in the Cathedral and had used a workshop in the Crypt to make – among other things - her kitchen table. Spring bulbs were gathered from friends in a beautiful wicker basket made by Jude, to be planted in Craufurdland native woodland, by Fenwick, where she is buried.

As an artist, Jude loved to work with living willow. She also loved to work with people. Over two years she worked with me at the Children’s Garden, at the Glasgow Botanic Gardens, creating a willow sculpture that has been a source of great pleasure to countless children, hiding away in their den… She has also created willow sculpture by Loch Lomond at Balmaha, at Linn Park Adventure Playground in Glasgow, and at many schools across Scotland. Jude’s relationship with willow is significant: something about the quality of willow – its flexibility and resilience – how it weaves into something immensely strong and useful – how it takes root readily and grows fast – appealed to her immensely and was reflected in her character.

Working with Jude was an object lesson in how to teach people by showing essential skills and letting them work it out for themselves. She was very patient and drew the best from children by respecting them. Her skill as an artist was in helping nurture people’s ideas and enthusiasm and weaving them together so they worked. The outcome was people’s ideas, beautifully realised. Her mantra was that the process was more important than the product – it was imperative that people learned things, came away with new skills – and felt an affinity with what was produced.

Jude was born in Edinburgh, the second of four children, who loved to explore wild bits of the city. They spent huge amounts of time in Colinton Dell, on the Water of Leith, and the endless days climbing trees, making dams, falling in the river, making miniature gardens and tree houses, were highly influential on Jude’s later work. She believed there should be wild spaces nurtured in the city and it was no co-incidence that in Glasgow she chose to live next to the river Kelvin with its heron and its kingfisher.

Jude’s career began when she trained at Dunfermline College as a PE teacher and she taught at the Royal High school and then Garelochhead Outdoor centre, where she was able to feed her ideas about nature into her teaching methods, taking young people into the landscape and opening their eyes to what was there. After a spell running her own Art Deco antiques shop in Victoria Street, Jude then trained as a landscape architect at Edinburgh University, graduating in 1991 and took a job working on the Kilpatrick’s Project, in the urban fringe to the north west of Glasgow.

Jude worked as a landscape architect for Glasgow City Council in the early 1990s and appeared at one point in the local press as “The Barber of Hillhead” for her decision to allow what she considered to be overgrown and inappropriate trees to be removed…The irony, of course, is that she worked tirelessly to enhance the tree cover of the city, and was seldom without some acorns in her pocket. She would also keep a penknife handy to cut off tree ties that threatened to strangle trees.

Jude went self employed in 1996 and developed her interests in imaginative play areas for children, both in schools, parks and with community and arts organisations, such as The Lighthouse. But as usual, her interests were wider. For instance she also took groups of older women from Maryhill Women’s Centre on nature walks, and about the same time did an MPhil at Glasgow School of Art on her work with London Schools.

Jude had a great respect for people as individuals, and made a point of learning people’s names quickly... She was great at getting people to think about things for themselves and to express their opinions. There was nothing tokenistic about this – she really did want to get them to do it. Jude worked on many community projects, such as the Hidden Gardens at Tramway in Pollokshields, regeneration projects in Easterhouse, and further flung projects in London, working with Westminster Council, Stirling, Dunblane, and Dumfries and Galloway. More recently Jude returned to Glasgow City Council as a landscape architect, working on a project in Pollok Country Park among other things. Within the Landscape Environment Team of Regeneration Services Jude was able to engage with colleagues in a pro-active and positive way of working and her skills in community engagement were recognised as being example of good practice – an inspiration - which will have an on-going impact on the department.

Jude certainly had strong opinions, which she wasn’t reluctant to share. She disliked (the over use of) ornamental cherries that didn’t fruit. “What’s the point of that?” She hated hanging baskets on metal frames as proposed at Blythswood Square. She couldn’t see why schools that collected most litter should get a prize. “Shouldn’t it be the schools that generate the least litter?” She also had an ongoing battle against the tiered planters that Glasgow City Council seems to love.

At the Children’s Garden, last Easter, Jude helped to create what was meant to be a willow man. This somehow turned out to be a Willow woman, who was dressed up in a straw hat and ball gown all last year (except when children borrowed it to dress up). Jude was a person of strong principles and passion for what she did, but also had a great sense of fun. She really wanted to make a difference in a practical way. She leaves behind her many living willow sculptures, many play areas enjoyed by children, a fine professional body of work, countless friends, her partner Caroline Scott, her mother Margaret, sister Lindy, brothers Simon and John and her beloved nieces Rosie, Heather and Sally.

Sunday, 3 June 2007

Being 42

A good friend of mine has just celebrated his 42nd birthday. This is what he said:
You might think that, I, being 42, would have something to say to the world. But actually not much. So I know I am incapable of constantly contributing to my own blog. So I have none.

Able to reach 42 and not causing great harm is quite an achievement and deserves rewards. Indeed, mine is a rewarding life. I am very aware of the fact that I am not an over-achiever but I am over-rewarded with comfort and peace. That is good enough for me.
As I am turning 42 shortly, I reflect on what I could say to the world. As a Franciscan friar, I just wish to continue what St Francis has been saying: preaching the Gospel of peace...

My friend is very grateful for all the grace -- in the form of comfort and peace -- received in his 42 years. I have known him for 37 years.... all the since Grade One at that little Morrison Hill Primary School. His friendship is certainly part of the blessings that I count year after year.

Come to think of it, there were not too many of us in Miss Chan's J1A Class of Morrison Hill Primary. Only 12. I wonder how the other 10 are doing, now that they have turned 42 or will do so soon. If anyone out there reading this is from Morrison Hill Primary School, please drop us a note. Meanwhile, hang in there...

Friday, 18 May 2007

Dag Hammarskjold

These are very inspiring quotes from Dag Hammarskjöld which have been very useful to me. Hopefully others will find them uplifting too.


  • For all that has been, thanks. For all that will be, yes.
  • Life only demands from you the strength you possess. Only one feat is possible - not to have run away.
  • Pray that your loneliness may spur you into finding something to live for, great enough to die for.
  • The longest journey is the journey inward.
  • The only kind of dignity which is genuine is that which is not diminished by the indifference of others.


Dag Hammarskjöld (1905 – 1961) was a Swedish diplomat and the second Secretary-General of the United Nations. He served from April 1953 until his death in a plane crash in September 1961.

Monday, 30 April 2007

Facing a confrere's departure

Dear C

So sorry to give you the wrong impression. No, K didn't die. Don't include him on the obituary list! He left the community, not the world. But then, when someone leaves the Order, the kind of heaviness is almost like what death can bring, if not even more unbearable.

With death, we celebrate the completion of life and the fulfilment of vows, even if someone dies young. Departure makes us ask questions that have no answers. We have not yet adopted the kind of attitude that would allow us to host farewell parties when someone in solemn vows leaves, as if agreeing to a feeling that it is time to "move on". The question that the General wrote in his Report to the General Chapter still rings clear in our head: ask not why a friar leaves but ask why the rest stay.

So why am I staying? That's a good question. Rather than telling you why am I NOT leaving, I must answer the question: why I am staying. Besides answering the loving call of the Lover, I desire to follow Him till the end.

W

Thursday, 12 April 2007

Departure from the Order

A month before I got here, I got a message that one of my classmates (same year of entering and solemn vows, etc) had decided to leave the order. He had been having very good prospect - had opportunities for further studies, got elected to important posts and got assigned to important offices, etc. Never mind about why he left but the fact that he left had made an impact on me. I accepted the decision of transferring me here because I knew I would be here with my friend. But he is no longer here. I felt betrayed, cheated, angry, sad, etc. (You know, very typical of me.) He moved out the day before I arrived.
Tonight, a bunch of us went out for dinner as a farewell thing, not a high profile farewell, but a time to say good bye. We men are so difficult to express emotions. At the end of the dinner, after lots of pretty words (or really just euphemism) about let's-remain-friends, we-are-still-brothers and come-to-my-wedding-will-you being said by others, I broke my own silence and said, "Look, I don't know about you all, but I am sad that he is leaving. I really loath to see him go. "捨不得 -Shebude, letting someone / something go." Everyone was kind of astounded by the stark expression - possibly I said what everyone was feeling too. He (the one leaving) admitted he would miss us too.
Well, as good Franciscans, we had a big feast despite everything and now I am too full to go to bed. Possibly indigestion...

Friday, 9 February 2007

Friday Morning Prayer For 2 February 2007: Candlemas

Tongue warmer: How many days ago was Christmas?
Good morning! That was a very interesting question. How many days ago was Christmas? It was exactly forty 40 days ago. In the church calendar, we name this day: Candlemas. Christmas is the Mass of Christ. Candlemas is naturally the Mass of Candles. Why? Today, if you go to church, there is a special ceremony with candles. (We have one candle here.) In northern Europe, young women and girls would even wear crowns of candles. Kind of difficult to balance I imagine.
Anyway, the origin of the feast is like this: According to the Bible, 40 days after Jesus was born, Mary and Joseph took Jesus to the temple in Jerusalem. Imagine this: Jesus being the true light brightened up the dark Temple. So to remember that Jesus is the true light, we celebrate Candlemas with lots of candles. Some of you may not know the story so please listen to Fr Roberto / Mr Mckenzie. You can follow the story on page _ of your hymnal. Please pay attention to the words in BOLD letters.
Listen to the Word of God. A Reading from the Gospel according to St Luke.
The time came for Joseph and Mary to perform the ceremony of purification, as the Law of Moses commanded. So they took the child to Jerusalem to present him to the Lord. They also went to offer a sacrifice of a pair of doves or two young pigeons, as required by the law.
At that time there was a man named Simeon living in Jerusalem. He was a good, God-fearing man and was waiting for Israel to be saved. The Holy Spirit was with him and had assured him that he would not die before he had seen the Lord's promised Messiah.
When the parents brought the child Jesus into the Temple to do for him what the Law required, Simeon took the child in his arms and gave thanks to God:
"Now, Lord, you have kept your promise, and you may let your servant go in peace. With my own eyes I have seen your salvation.”
The child's father and mother were amazed at the things Simeon said about him.
Simeon blessed them and said to Mary, his mother, "This child will be a sign from God which many people will speak against. And sorrow, like a sharp sword, will break your own heart."
The Gospel of the Lord.
All: Praise to You Lord Jesus Christ.
Thank you. This story is the basis why we have the feast Candlemas today. Now, a little poem here. This poem is written by Eve Forti, and it is called The Offering. You are going to see that this poem is retelling the Candlemas story in a poetic way. Instead of telling a story, the poet tries to talk to one of the person in the story: Simeon, the old man who took Jesus in his arms. Please listen to it – and please take a special note to the underlined words.
Poem: The Offering by Eve Forti
Old Man, you've sown the years longing for the harvest, hoping for the green shoot to appear.
Fragrant with perfection, He is here: wanting to be purified, waiting to be crucified.
And His mother, offering her Lamb, gives Him to your open arms
so you can finally die in peace knowing that the Promised One is born.
In gratitude you will whisper that her heart will break.
I don’t think I need to explain each and every single word to you and you can still understand a lot about both the poem and the original Bible story. Now, I would like you to take some time to match the poem with the story. I think it is not difficult if you try to match the keywords together.
Let us take 20 seconds to do this. [PAUSE] Let’s check the answer now:
Paragraph 1 in the Bible story matches with Paragraph B of the poem. The keyword is purification. Purification comes from the word PURE, very clean. To make something pure is to purify. E.g. You cannot drink water from the river unless it is purified. That means purification would make the water safe to drink.
Paragraph 2 in the Bible story matches with paragraph A of the poem. The keyword is waiting – and in the poem, the poet uses the phrase “longing for”. To long for something means to wait for something. E.g. Almost all students long for summer holidays.
Paragraph 3 in the Bible story matches with paragraph C of the poem. The key phrase is “in his arms”. Compare these two sentences: (Bible) Simeon took the child in his arms. (Poem) Mary gives him to your open arms. Well, I think Mary gave Jesus to Simeon’s open arms so Simeon took him in his arms. To take something in your arms means to carry something with your arms. Naturally you have to open your arms first.
Paragraph 4 in the Bible story matches with paragraph D of the poem. The key phrase is “in peace”. In the Bible, Simeon said he could now go in peace and that means exactly dying in peace. The author in the Bible story uses the word “go” instead of “die.” Some people do not like to hear the words “to die’ or “death”. Can you think of one word that means “in peace”? Yes, peacefully. E.g. My grandfather died peacefully. He died in peace.
Finally, paragraph 5 in the Bible story matches with paragraph E of the poem. Besides the phrase about how a sword would break the heart of Mary – that is obvious. In paragraph 5 of the Bible story, Simeon said to Mary. In the poem, the poet said: you will whisper. WHISPER means to speak softly. E.g. In the library, you are not supposed to talk at all. If you really have to talk, please whisper; otherwise, the library will become noisy.
To end our prayer – let’s say a prayer. I will say the beginning and you have to join in at the end.
Let us pray: O Heavenly Father, today we celebrate Candlemas and we thank you for giving us Your Only Son, Our Lord Jesus Christ who is the true light. We long for His love we long for a world full of life and joy. Please teach us to live in peace with each other, especially those we find difficult. Please teach us to open our arms to welcome everyone. We end now our prayer with the prayer that Your Son has taught us: Our Father…

Friday Morning Prayer for 9 February 2007: St Valentine / The Love of Jesus

The theme for today’s Morning Prayer is about love. Well, the love of Jesus, to be precise. But it is the love of Jesus that forms the basis of all human loves. As you can see from the title at the top of the page, we want to talk about love today because next Tuesday is Valentine’s Day – or the Feast of St Valentine. There is a saint by that name and there are various stories about how St Valentine has become associated with boyfriends and girlfriends and falling in love. You may find out more about that on First Class, if you log on to the Student Learning Area, there is a new forum known as Friday Morning Prayer.
Today, I would like to introduce a poem to you. Please follow the reading as printed in your hymnal to be read by Mr Mckenzie
I See His Blood Upon the Rose by Joseph Mary Plunkett
I see his blood upon the rose // And in the stars the glory of His eyes,
His body gleams amid eternal snows, // His tears fall from the skies.
I see his face in every flower; // The thunder and the singing of the birds
Are but His voice – and carven by His power // Rocks are His written words.
All pathways by His feet are worn, // His strong heart stirs the ever-beating sea,
His crown of thorns is twined with every thorn, // His cross is every tree.
Not too many difficult words here.
3rd line: Amid – has the same meaning as “among.” It must be lovely to live in the countryside: having your home amid trees and farm must be better than amid high-rises and skyscrapers.
3rd line: Gleam: When eyes gleam, they shine in a way that expresses a particular emotion. The line “His body gleams amid eternal snows” means “His body shines among the snow.
7th line: Carven = carved: made by cutting: E.g., He carved her name on a tree. Her name is carven with love on a tree. Another example: For Halloween, people put a candle in carven pumpkins.
10th line: Stir = to mix a liquid by moving something like a spoon in a circular pattern: You can stir some sugar into the coffee to make it sweet. Another example: My heart stirs when I see how the national flag is flown everywhere on October 1.
10th line: Beat = to make a regular movement or sound: e.g. My heart beats faster than normal when I am excited. I need to take a rest now because my heart is beating very fast. So: Ever-beating sea = the sea with waves making a regular sound
11th line: Twine = to wrap round an object several times E.g. The vine twines around the branch. You can see that in the picture provided. Don’t confuse this word with the word TWIN vs TWINE.
So you understand the words, do you understand the poem? Let’s examine the first sentence again: I see his blood upon the rose And in the stars the glory of his eyes... Why would the poet see blood on a rose? I can think of two possibilities: One: Someone was hurt by a rose; perhaps a thorn has pricked his finger and his blood stays on the rose. Two: The poet is talking about someone whom he loves very much. This person has died and seeing a rose would remind the poet of this person. Yes, that would be the reason. Can you guess who this person is? If you remember at the beginning of the talk, I have told you today’s morning prayer is about the love of Jesus. So, the poet is saying: When he sees a rose, he would see the blood of Jesus. That’s why all the “his” in the poem should have been “His”. Can you please change that if you have a pencil handy? The poet would make that connection because, I guess, Jesus’ blood is red, and each drop of blood is similar to a rose petal. And, most importantly, the love of Jesus is as beautiful as a rose.
We can use this same idea to understand the rest of the poem: The stars in the sky would remind Plunkett, the poet, of the eyes of Jesus. The gleaming snows would remind Joseph Mary, our poet, how the body of Jesus shines. When the poet says: “His body gleams amid eternal snows” is really saying “When I see how the snow in winter gleams, it is like seeing the body of Jesus gleams”. And so on with rain, thunder and birds’ singing.
The climax is the last line: His crown of thorns is twined with every thorn, // His cross is every tree. You may remember that before Jesus died, someone gave him a crown made of thorns to wear. Imagine that would be very painful; but because of his love for us, Jesus endured the crown. So thorns become a symbol of Jesus’ love and that’s the reason the poet would see how the crown of thorns of Jesus would twin / mix with thorn on a plant.
Indeed, when you love someone, you would always think about him / her. And because you carry his or her memory with you so much, it is very natural for you to be reminded of this person by just about anything. So, from this poem, we know Joseph Mary Plunkett loves Jesus very much. But the truth is that Jesus loves us first. He carries us in His Sacred Heart. All our love for Jesus is only a return of His love. In the Bible, St John write: “We love because he first loved us” (1 Jn 4:19).
My dear friends, when you love someone deeply deeply, you would naturally see his / her presence everywhere. Can you see Jesus? Hopefully, today, you would see, you would hear or even you would touch Jesus – perhaps in every rose, in every tree and in each smiling face that you meet.
Let’s listen to the poem one more time and then we would pray together. [POEM] Please look up at the screen and say the prayer together. I would invite the prefects to step forward and look at the screen.
O Lord Jesus, we thank you for Your love for us. Please make us see your blood upon the rose and in the stars the glory of Your eyes. O Lord Jesus, open our eyes so we could see Your body gleams amid eternal snows and Your tears fall from the skies. O Lord Jesus, please make us see your face in every flower. O Lord Jesus, please open our eyes so we could see Your crown of thorns twined with every thorn, and that Your cross is every tree. We ask you to bless this day as we begin a new day of learning. You live forever and You are King eternally. Amen.