I wash up three times a day. At least.
I want nothing more for my kids than they be happy and healthy.
Most of the time I am in love with life. When I am not ranting about something.
Non-duality provided me with many, many answers I had about the nature of consciousness and life.
I am crap at trivia and general knowledge, especially capital cities.
I can’t honestly say that I confidently know my left from my right in a split-second situation.
I can’t honestly sat that I confidently know East and West in a split-second situation.
I don’t really like cooking but I love ‘Nourishing Traditions’ by Sally Fallon.
I fell in love with a calf on holiday last year. He led me to the philosophies of Weston A. Price and there my search for ‘optimum health’ finished. I have been following his principles ever since. I have no need to search for any answers to questions about nutrition again. It is all here. Thanks calf, I owe you one.
I am on a search for the ultimate couverture chocolate to make nipples of Venus with.
My father was a driving instructor. I still listen to him sometimes when I am driving. He died ten years ago. I can feel his presence in the car next to me. He protects me and my family whenver we travel.
I wove seventeen metres of fabric by hand for my degree show. I then slit it row by row to make corduroy.
Yesterday the girls watched five episodes of the ‘Life of Mammals’ by David Attenborough.
I love Björk.
Many people have called me weird and I like it very much. I tried to conform when I was younger; on the surface, I looked like any other teenage girl, but underneath it all, there was me in a very strange world of my own imagination’s making.
I think I would have loved to be homeschooled myself. In fact, I often wondered why I didn’t just ask my parents if I could stay at home. It never crossed my mind, I guess.
I used to go into the art room with a mad friend Lucy during college ‘recreation’ afternoons and create havoc with the enamelling machine. We once set ourselves a task of cutting a small square from everything we came across in that room in an afternoon.
My first friend when I was four now lives an hour away from me. We lost contact for twenty years.
We drink ten litres of raw milk a week and 1 kilo of raw butter every ten days.
We once got locked into a hotel in Slovenia. There was no one else in the building. Jules had to take the hinges off the front door to get us out. In another hotel on the same holiday, we left without paying; we waited with four other couples to pay the proprietor, he never turned up. He went to a party the night before. I guess he had passed out.
