Raku Cats and Amethyst, the Archaeology of Me

Naturally I want to leave behind something wonderful that creates a perpetual image of an interesting woman of the third millennium AD. But what is there to me really, what makes me ‘me?’ I have watched documentaries about the spread of mankind around the planet, the long walk from Africa, and have often said that all people are African, but some are more African than others. Half of my genes are English and I stake a claim to those being of good Celtic stock. I feel a strong tie to this south western land of green hills, red sandstone and mellow climate, and feel that I’ve been here a long time. But I may have only arrived with the Norman Conquest, with the Vikings, or on a coach from Llandudno. My other half is from the West African Igbo tribe, but those borders were only laid down by the raiding Empires in the last few centuries. My late father, who I strongly resemble, was not the blackest of Africans and could well have descended from Arabians mixed up in Saharan territories. That would account for my love of desert.

So who do I think I am, to be able to leave something wonderful? I shall leave my genetic fingerprint and hope that it continues to walk, in a lucid gypsy manner, around the globe.

But of material things, what will remain after I perish and return to dust?

In the 70’s I had a passion for ceramics from the Troika pottery in Cornwall and have just four durable pieces. I treasure a small, white, china bell decorated with a butterfly and ‘I love you mum’ in red. I’d love someone to find it intact in a thousand years and try to imagine me! Sat beside the television is a near life sized Raku Siamese cat by Dillon Rudge, well known in these parts. The beauty of the Raku may be a weakness that would cause it to fracture, but perhaps a 25th century archaeology student would be given the challenge of painstakingly re-assembling it. There is a French silver frame, the picture would fade away and the glass would shatter, but the tactile design would last as would my few gold rings and silver bracelets.

I make beads from polymer clay; if it’s accurate that carrier bags will not decompose for hundreds of years, then the beads should not only survive, but turn up around the world, as a few foreign tourists have bought them. Few can say that they don’t use plastic; I for one, have thrown away countless empty bottles, from decades of buying products to ‘manage’ my difficult hair, not the legacy I wish to be best remembered for. What would a future scientist conclude from an analysis of the traces left in one of these containers?

The most permanent possession of mine that will remain, is one that I am but a transient caretaker of. It’s been around for millions of years, and unless deliberately sledge hammered, will be around for millions more. Amethyst is mentioned in Greek mythology, mine is a small geode, most likely from South America, but possibly from Africa, as things are.

(With thanks to my friend Kathy whose Facebook post inspired this piece)

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16 thoughts on “Raku Cats and Amethyst, the Archaeology of Me

  1. That was so lovely Gilly – and very humble. I hope that your descendents will have some family talk about your lovely smile and your kindness and your wonderfully unique and interesting set of genes! I share some of your Celtic ones 🙂 You have inspired me to think about what I’d like to leave now too. x

  2. P.S. Not to mention your many creative skills, the jewellery, photography, writing etc., quite a smorgasbord of talents! 😉

  3. Your ‘personal archaeology’ was a fascinating read Gilly . I’d have to consider long and hard . I’ve many a treasure which is chipped and not perfect maybe that says it all Lol

  4. Interesting to learn of your background Gilly, such an interesting combination, it would be lovely to meet and chat over a coffee or lunch. I am a minimalist and I fear in a few years all I treasure which are my photos will have long gone. But who knows maybe our blogs on WP will last forever “out there”…

  5. It’s fun to read about your personal archeology, Gilly. And as Kathy mentioned, don’t forget your photography and your poetry, especially your lovely haiku. 🙂 I’d love to see pictures of the Raku cat. 🙂

  6. Several people who I follow seem to be writing thought-provoking posts lately. Who am I? What is my purpose on earth? Why am I here? All so very difficult to answer. And yours. What makes you? And what will you leave so that people in the future will ponder that same question? A fascinating read Gilly. I look on myself as just a fleeting second – here today, gone tomorrow. And all I will leave are my genes which continue through the next generations. Thank you for re-blogging this piece. I have enjoyed reading it.

  7. My partner sometimes ponders what will remain of him for posterity, I, on the other hand, never think about it. It’s a concept that I am unable to relate to.

  8. A wonderful insight, Gilly, and I’m glad I found it. I would love to see photos. I have no idea what a Raku cat looks like, though I expect I could Google it. Hugs, darlin’. You are as much of a treasure as that amethyst of yours. (one of my favourites. too)

  9. This is so sweet, Gilly. But I believe you will leave behind other things — even more important, such as your kind way of looking at people and the world — and your special gift for creating beauty, with both words and pictures.

  10. Beautiful writing Gilly. And a fascinating concept! Have no doubt even shattered fragments of all those objects you mention would conjure up a remarkable and interesting woman!

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