I am reading more about face reading and delving into its world with such fascination. I came across Jean Haner’s face reading website today and read this post, which just about sums up things for me at the moment: On my flight home, I was reading an interview with Oprah, where she talked about author … Continue reading »
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what really makes us happy? being thankful
one thing my husband is so amazing at doing is thanking me for what I do. He thanks me every day with sincerity and passion in one way or another and not just for the obvious things like a nice meal, but for things that he has noticed I have done in a certain way; … Continue reading »
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I lost the baby. It was ill. The 12 week Nuchal fold test showed 6 mm in a normal range of 1.3 – 2.5 mm with additional fluid in its tiny skull and brain. It meant almost a 95% chance of the baby being born with some severe disability of some kind; most likely Down’s … Continue reading »
again, and again
Something always draws me back you know, on and off and on again, I guess that is why this blog is named how this blog is. I have been doing it since 2004, constantly fluxing through healthy stuff, spiritual stuff, homeschooling stuff, low-impact living stuff, poetry, photography, random thought-making stuff, foody stuff and sometimes (mostly) … Continue reading »
wednesday
I watched a program about the solar system last night; a beautiful, moving, gargantuan piece about the planets out there, with amazing photographs of the worlds far off and close up. I witnessed the first landing on Titan, one of Saturn’s moons, by a bug the size of a shoe box, saw polished stones on … Continue reading »
birds are singing, seeds are sprouting
Although we are under five feet of snow, in the last few days I have felt the most imperceptable stirrings from the deep down in the earth. The birds, who usually lie quietly in the thicket, are all a twitter – carrying gifts for their mates, fussing around in the bush, tidying and making ready … Continue reading »
Day 2 – measuring the ‘hidden’ sugar in food
How much sugar is in a potato? How much sugar is in a cup of raisins? How much sugar is in a slice of white bread? How much sugar is in a can of soda? Children generally know that sugar – the pure, unadulterated white stuff – is bad for them; it is in the … Continue reading »
Day 1 – creating a food/mood journal
Today, we started making our ‘food/mood journals’, cutting out the paper and making a cover for it. I did one too, as following in the footsteps of John Holt, getting the kids interested means getting on and doing it yourself. So, we spent the morning making our food diaries and talking about how we normally … Continue reading »
The Loetschental Valley, as featured in the first chapter of ‘Nutrition and Physical Degeneration’ 1932.
I wake up this morning and think more clearly for the first time in a long time. I think how I love my children, my husband, my life. I have just discovered that we live 100 miles, a two-hour drive away from Blatten, a town nestled deep in the Loetschental Valley in Switzerland. This valley … Continue reading »
sugar is not love
I was up until 1 a.m. this morning reading “Little Sugar Addicts” by Kathleen DesMaisons. No, sugar is definitely not love, that’s for sure. Well, I am absolutely astounded that I hadn’t looked into this before now. It just makes total and absolute sense, this connection between behaviour and sugar consumption. I had a pretty … Continue reading »
and this knowing is telling you
“How is it that……the spiritual impulse, especially the inner path of development, is so little effective in the isolated person?” asked a student of Rudolph Steiner, founder of the Anthroposophical movement and father of Biodynamic Farming. “How is it that, despite theoretical insight and the will to action, the successful undertaking of the spiritual impulse … Continue reading »
a kind of knowing
It is all about control. All about us trying to control our world, trying to control our children, our day, our life, our relationships, our work, even me trying to control you by writing this. There is panic when control is lost; look at how many of us are petrified of flying, petrified of cancer, … Continue reading »
can you not feel the earth stilling itself sometimes?
you are home
The most confounded thing, wow, it is the most confounded thing. I found it in the most confounded place, a place I would have never imagined looking and although I wasn’t looking, there it is. There is no formula, there is no place to look, because it is everywhere and it is almost as if … Continue reading »
a split-second ago
There are voices now, somewhere in the house. Sounds of men talking; discussion. The air trips lightly over itself to get here, and I am nowhere but inside it. A door softly closes to, foot falls out on the snowy path, disappearing into darkness, footprints following close behind. The night’s humdrum existence continues. It is … Continue reading »
the world breathes
There has been a quietness to this house, a quietness to me. There are no longer many words to describe IT, there is no longer much thought about IT; there is only IT, only IT. Sometimes not even that. There seems no point in trying to explain. There seems no point in trying to follow … Continue reading »
Shut off the mind
Shut off the mind And let the heart decide Who you are meant to be, Switch to remote Let mind drop away All you need Is right here Without thought of it Without idea of it Without any of it Rest childlike in repose Wonderment filling every And each new thing Coming into view Sit … Continue reading »
Everything is deep in the beingness of being itself, unhindered.
Everything is just getting on with the business of Being; Owl being Owl calling out from the dark outline of Wood overlooking House – settling into mountainside in the way only House can – the smokiness of Smoke slowly rising from chimney. Warmth being Warm inside, Jug being Jug on table containing Water being Water, … Continue reading »
What we call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning.
How could this ever be finished? How could I ever show myself to the world in this state- open, vunerable, innocent, knowing no more than I did at the start of all this? How could I have ever been there to experience all this? This was happening to ME? I look back upon the words slipping over the … Continue reading »
I am amongst the forest, the sky, the Earth, the snowflakes falling sometimes as rain
Something calls from out there. The pinpoint that expanded into spaciousness breathes in and out like the changing seasons, the turning year. The snow flurries come and go, the land changes, the forest gets deeper and I am fluctuating. Not this, not that. Huge swarms of birds are gathering for the trip south to warmer … Continue reading »
Life is in Good Hands and does with Us what it will
Snow came and was within it, unravelling and un-revealing before eyes that seemed to have nothing to do with Sight. Up, up, out of the house to the mountaintop we drove – just to have a look - taking the old car, the grey one with skinny tyres, just like we needed to have that extra … Continue reading »
Every single thing means Life is getting on with the business of being Life
Every single thing is sacred, every single thing an expression of Enduring-Love, every single thing appears in equal measure and means absolutely nothing at all. Every single thing is in its right and proper place, perfectly aligned in its akward misalignment. Every single thing has an equal weight, an equal fragility; Every single thing can be … Continue reading »
Even something as simple as standing in line at the supermarket checkout
Even something as simple as standing in line at the supermarket checkout, waiting behind two other woman, one fumbling for her change the other raising her eyebrows ever-so-slightly to me in that oh, so subtle sarcastic way people have when they are overwhelmingly inconvenienced by another’s stupidity. This slight thing, something no one else caught, … Continue reading »
forever falling into this moment of near-completion
There is this continual falling into a moment of near-completion, without end. Nearly there, always nearly there; on the cusp, on the crest, that’s what it feels like to be influenced by time and tide, thoughts and feelings; there I am forever on the edge of becoming, almost re-entering into bliss, almost recreating some kind … Continue reading »
when certainty is rejected, uncertainty must be accepted, when living ceases, death must begin.
Life continues the way it must continue. I sit and watch red lights blinking on the horizon, stomach churning, huddled against the cold, deep in the gloom of having no home, no resting place. Still nothing pleases the heart more than to be deeply involved in this thing called life – everything included, nothing excluded … Continue reading »
