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Earthed by Rebecca Schiller

Earthed by Rebecca Schiller

For a long time, I was obsessed and convinced that the answer to all of my problems would be a change of scenery; the exchange of city for country. My blog, as it was called back then was rife with city claustrophobia. Too many people pounding the pavement, too much traffic, excessive noise in every aspect as we lived on top of each other in terraced houses, I no longer wanted to be able to hear my neighbour sliding her wardrobe open or sexual endeavours. I longed for nature. For roads to be exchanged for fields, for simplicity. To be

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In The Garden Essays on Nature and Growing

In The Garden Essays on Nature and Growing

  It is a dark grey day here; the wind freezes my extremities as I plant on my carefully loved and tended to “Love- In – A Mist” also known as Nigella Damascena but my five year old loves calling it by its more amusing name. I even have a video of him singing a song he had made up in homage to it. Returning to this morning where the sun was brief and passed rapidly, I walked up and down the swerving stone garden path to the compost, filling my pots and placing a dibber gently in to retrieve

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Thin Places by Kerri nÍ Dochartaigh

Thin Places by Kerri nÍ Dochartaigh

Here is a story of darkness which holds a web of cracks that light their way through. You may envision Leonard Cohen singing this clearly in ‘Anthem’, or picture a Japanese vase held together by golden threads of glue or you may say it belongs to Kerri NÍ Docharteigh’s Thin Places and it is not a story, it is her life. What permeates through this life of political division, of broken people, of death and hatred, is that of nature. The beautiful and the sublime- the sublime which holds danger in its palm of beauty with all of its wildness

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The Best Most Awful Job: Twenty Writers Talk Honestly About Motherhood

The Best Most Awful Job: Twenty Writers Talk Honestly About Motherhood

The Best Most Awful Job: Twenty Writers Talk Honestly About Motherhood Edited by Katherine May A note to the reader.  I read this book and wrote this piece before the world entered a new age and way of life. Before the word pandemic reached our ears and most of the problems were far away enough not to worry. But here we are, separated from our older parents; grandparents, immunity compromised friends and loved ones and now without school, a great weight has been placed on us for how long we do not know. If you are a mother whether you

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Wintering : How I Learned to Flourish When Life Became Frozen by Katherine May

Wintering : How I Learned to Flourish When  Life Became Frozen by Katherine May

Book Review Wintering : How I Learned to Flourish When  Life Became Frozen by Katherine May Losing hope and entering a well of darkness is an emotion that is common to all of us. It is not something we experience once or twice but on numerous occasions throughout our lives.  For some the depth of despair is deeper than it is for others. The frequency too varies but it exists and is mostly unavoidable; this is the human condition and in a way can hold the function of righting a wrong. This is what May calls “wintering.” Our complexity knows

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Book Review- Wild Woman Swimming A Journal Of West Country Swimming

Book Review- Wild Woman Swimming A Journal Of West Country Swimming

Literature | Review Wild Woman Swimming A Journal of West Country Waters by Lynne Roper Tanya Shadrick a former hospice scribe made a promise to Lynne Roper after a single meeting which was to published Roper’s wild swim diaries upon her death. The diaries cover the time between her survival of breast cancer and her death from a brain tumour. This however is not a book about death. This is a book about life; it is about taking note of its beauty, its sublime and the people one encounters on a daily exploration through water. Roper’s wit, sarcasm and humour

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READING, LISTENING, YEARNING

READING, LISTENING, YEARNING

  The magical colours of autumn have steadily graced the many little squares of instagram, mine included. The orange glow, a prelude to winter carpets the ground underfoot in leaf form whilst pumpkins and gourds cover the surfaces of our tables and counter tops. The beauty of this time of year just about allows me to forgive the lack of chill in the air. My thick woollens have barely made their way out of their moth bags. It was only today that I managed to pull out my favourite Toast jumper after opening a moth bag to discover larvae. “Please

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EVERYDAY CREATIVITY: FINDING THE RIGHT SPACE TO WRITE

EVERYDAY CREATIVITY: FINDING THE RIGHT SPACE TO WRITE

  Could you complete the following: I write because… The urge has always been strong. As a child, I would staple pieces of paper together to form a book and fill it with childish scrawls. I couldn’t write yet but I sensed a kind of magic when pen met paper and felt fulfilled in doing so as my mind was always buzzing with stories. Not long after, those pages began to be filled with actual words in the guise of fairy tales. They were usually stories of witches laying curses upon villages; I don’t remember what was being read to

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HOW WE FESTIVALED – INTO THE WILD 2017

HOW WE FESTIVALED – INTO THE WILD 2017

We had endured a week of rain and that night as I sat on the floor preparing a craft project to do with the eldest the next day during the younger one’s nap time was when the husband and I decided we would join some friends to go camping at the Into the Wild Festival. After pressing “buy tickets” I stared out into the bleak night, the rain drop patterned window and chill in the air made me secretly say in my head “ what have I done?”  Obviously I didn’t tell the husband that, not after spending the money…

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EMBRACING MOLASSES

EMBRACING MOLASSES

  My mind is buzzing with ideas. It’s not constant but when ideas for writing arrive they bombard my mind, flood me and overwhelm. It’s as though I’ve been buzzing along on a specific frequency and suddenly start feeling a shift, like short wave to long. So I’m going to just go ahead and start writing before the radio/ transmitter I obviously have in my head starts doing strange things and I forget to write at all. There have been posts that I had planned on thumping out on the computer and for whatever reason or the other; my fingers

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