Conscious living, Cooking, Individuation

Seaside campfires and the hope of Spring

It’s a cold, still, winters day. The sky is a magical, bright, bright blue and the sun shines at her brightest. The dark grey skies of days before have faded. Today is a day of promise and hope of the Spring that is to come. We fill our bags with goodies to eat, to share with our friends. We are all excited. A short walk along the beach, tiptoeing over the seas puddles it leaves behind. We arrive excited. We heave our logs from home onto the communal fire, and huddle to get warm. The bright sun shines. The seagulls cry their squawks and the children dance up and down the shore line, squealing with delight at their discoveries. The seas leaves her magical deposits on the shoreline, enticing us to pause and touch her treasures.

We rest, eat and chatter, as long as we can before the cold eats our bones. We hurry home full of fresh air and laughter. We know it’s a long time before we have another perfect blue sky day. But we are full for now, back to our winter hibernation by the fireside.

Vegan recipe

1 cup  Organic Whole Wheat Flour
1 tablespoon baking powder
¼ teaspoon salt
1 cup almond milk or dairy-free milk of choice
2 tablespoons olive oil or melted coconut oil
2 tablespoons maple syrup or sugar of choice
1 teaspoon pure vanilla extract
More oil to grease your pan/skillet, if necessary

Conscious living, Nature

Carving names in trees

So why do we have the fascination as a child to carve our name in trees? Is it because we see ancient towering trees graffitied with notes of love, or our ancestors names, eternally engraved for everyone to see, forever captured In time?

My first memory of tree carving, was my grandfathers friend, who carved his grand children’s names in a tree, by the graveyard he was buried in. Now these children in their 50s can run their fingers over their initials, fondly remembering their grandfather, encapsulated in time.

As I grow older I am aware of the damage tree carving does to the tree, so I tell my little ones to be gentle, and not to go deep, so it does not damage and it does not expose the under layers.

Eternal, forever.

Conscious living, Home

My little window

When we first bought the property,  I dreamed of watching kids playing in a garden.  It took 20 years to build this dream and we got there.  The majority of the renovation has been done ourselves, we learnt the hard way. No google!  I read a readers digest DIY manual in my dinner hours at work,  and talked to people.  Saving up for wood and materials.  We were given our tools by older relatives who had them stashed away in cupboards.  The majority of our stuff is second hand.  I have encountered many electric shocks …..none fatal! I hold a drill and drill bits like my knife and fork.  I can mitre door frames, put up skirtings, shelves, plasterboard, hang doors , brickwork, pointing, gardening, animal care well the list is endless,   The only thing I haven’t done is plaster, but I do know if I needed to, I could.

I always remember my sister-in-law standing in this exact spot, she breathed out dragons breath it was so cold, and she said we were mad wanting to live here! We had no heating but a fire and cold water.  You will see the finished product, the end of our journey, but the beginning of the relaxation.

Our children have watched us build and grow, they learn by watching and getting involved.

Life is a journey, I enjoyed this one immensely , I hope to share some of our achievements with you.