Falling in love with words. Intangible, something you can't quite touch but it is there it lingers on the air or in a pattern that has faded, the smell of a rose will remind you as it fades.. I would marry intangible with anima mundi, (world soul) everything interrelated and interconnected.
In Japan there is the idea of Intangible Cultural Heritage, Paul when he was in Japan on a business trip in 2009 with a client, took photos for me of the looms at the Nisigin Textile Center. In fact living with Paul taught me that craft work is important, it would take time before you actually became an expert, in fact you were always learning. I have often mentioned the Aged Paste cycle which takes ten years to happen. Each year the great pot is taken out the old water replaced by new. I have photos of the indigo dyers, stirring their pots of indigo, a miraculous process taking place as the dyed garments are brought up into the air and the oxygen turns a different colour into that deep blue.
You can find the world in these two words, the prehistoric stones we both loved, the old churches we visited, the sheer physical beauty of the natural world and that craft work which takes time and love.
Paul lost his love for conservation it took its toll on knees and eyes but his love of Japan never diminished. Looking through old blogs, and suddenly I remember he collected 'stuff'. Must be all up on the rafters of the garage. The heavy Japanese fireman's uniforms, you soaked the fabric before they tackled the fire. There was the butcher's aprons marked with their names. The glass topped trays of minerals and dyes which I can't find but two of the boxes could be under a piece of heavy furniture.
So I shall delve amongst my old blogs for reminders of the thing I have mentioned and spend a happy hour or two visiting the past.