I always try and make sure January is a time of gentle, quiet rest and introspection but in taking that time to hibernate a little, I also find rich opportunity to invest time in creative projects and it's often at this time of year that I find time to collate a year's worth of poems, edit, whittle, select, illustrate and finally self publish... Please check out the rest of this article on our new website and blog page over at www.earthheart.co.uk; See you there...! |
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My last post was a little bit of a tangent from the Earth Heart mission, in so far as it didn't relate directly to growing organic veg, baking vegan cakes, developments in planning permission or creative adventures in music or crafts. A project is ultimately informed by the life experiences of its team though, so recording my mum's death as one aspect of a very strange December didn't seem inappropriate in the least. Happily, there were other experiences in the month alongside funeral arrangements; a four week stint of Christmas markets (well, 3 markets and a honesty box special opening!) was also part of the picture, even if two of those weeks were somewhat derailed by storms and inclement weather! To be honest, if mum had died the day before I spent almost £100 on festive baking and mincemeat ingredients, there's a chance I may have decided it would be a kindness to myself to cancel the markets for this year. Of course, she died the day after though and I was just too stubborn to let it go. Having said that, having an alternative, parallel focus for the month was actually pretty helpful and got me out of bed on a couple of mornings when I may otherwise have struggled to emerge...
We're feeling optimistic about 2025 and we're hoping to get a new website up and running in order to transition away from good old glittermouse.co.uk and give ourselves more opportunities for things like online sales and orders for local delivery. We're planning veg boxes, celebration cakes and selection packs of baking, which is obviously some expansion, but we'll certainly stay relatively small scale to keep the right side of enjoyment versus employment and save energy for creativity and (ugh) more planning application work. In the first week of January, the snow is lying thick and frozen, encouraging a degree of hibernation and certainly plenty of rest while the days are still so short. We'll mostly be making like the bulbs for some time, sleeping under fluffy blankets and gathering our strength for when the days get longer! There may be a new poetry collection in gestation too, which I'm hoping will be the first bit of real news for 2025.
Thank you for reading and for all your support through 2024. Rest well until next time!
Neither it easy to summarise 66 years in 10 minutes but I've tried to compose these words like a prism might capture a single beam of white light to demonstrate a rainbow. Mum was a multi faceted person and I'm attempting to touch on many of these with the love, respect and authenticity that befits her, whilst occasionally evoking her irreverent sense of humour!
Education was a mixed bag for mum and it's fair to say that conventional pedagogy of the sixties and seventies was unequipped to cater to her needs. Most of her stories of time at Surbiton High revolved around relating various attempts to be expelled. She often referenced the notorious St Trinians in attempts to describe the experience of school and she did have a way of engaging with life that was incorrigibly naughty; I have recently held close to the mental image of her face creased into barely suppressed giggles as she tried to catch my eye at some deliciously inappropriate moment, such as this one. Despite this, she was an intelligent woman, an avid reader, witty, creative and crafty (in more ways than one!). Learning and knowledge were deeply important to her and I have many memories of home teaching; she taught me to read and write long before I went to school. She also continued to enjoy acquiring skills and knowledge of various topics right through her life. She was curious and easily fascinated.
When I developed an interest in environmental issues and animal rights at age nine, far from throwing her hands up in horror at being asked to provide a vegetarian diet in the early nineties (it wasn't quite so mainstream then), she in fact joined me in that shift and together we became involved in various local and national campaigns seeking to raise awareness and affect positive change. She especially enjoyed her years volunteering in the café at The Beacon environmental centre from the early to mid nineties, where she formed many life long friendships. Chris was a liberal mother and was more concerned to make sure I felt comfortable to discuss anything with her than to create structures of discipline that might drive me to secrecy. In fact, many of my school or college friends commented that we were more like friends than mother and daughter. Indeed, over time, Chris came to feel increasingly restricted by the traditional roles ascribed to her and to seek fulfilment beyond these limitations. Ultimately, this led to the end of her marriage to Michael, a painful and stressful time for all the family but one that did eventually lead to happier times. Chris went back to work in the mid nineties and did all she could to support us to stay in the maisonette on Garrison Lane. She initially took work in a local nursery and then spent some years as a receptionist at an opticians, but these feel like inconsequential details and she really couldn't be defined by any job title. The world of formal employment was as much of an alien territory to mum as school had been and though she persevered, she never found a paid role that worked for her in the long term. She was always happier pouring her energy into community projects, volunteering roles and local campaigns; many are the times she gave a particularly sharp piece of her mind during Council meetings at Guildhall and she certainly wasn't afraid of delivering a cutting heckle. I especially well remember her enthusiastic involvement in setting up Chessington Hall Residents Association, alongside Kieron with whom she was by then partnered. Meeting Kieron signalled the advent of some happier times, when we would enjoy long walks in the local greenbelt, stargazing trips to nearby Winey Hill or cosy evenings in with bottomless cups of tea! Time with Kieron also rekindled a childhood interest in aeroplanes and they visited air fields and museums together. In May 2006, the death of Chris' father and mother just 18 days apart marked a real low point in her life and it came to light that she was seriously struggling to live alone. She entered a significant period of depression and vulnerability and I remain deeply grateful to Kieron for sticking by her side through these difficult years, taking necessary action in supporting her to resolve debts and even offering her a home with him when it became clear it wasn't tenable for her to retain the property at Garrison Lane. She lived with Kieron in York Way, Chessington, until she went into hospital in January of this year and I have no doubt that it was the stability of being welcomed into his home which enabled mum to relax into many of the activities that brought her so much joy in what were to be the final years of her life. Amongst those things were a deepening interest in spiritual and esoteric matters. She attended crystal healing courses and began learning Celtic tree lore, including the Ogham alphabet, reminiscent of a time some years back when she had taught herself to read runes. She turned her voracious appetite for books to the topics of Druidry, Paganism and Witchcraft and began a journey of self development in line with the beliefs of these faiths, which happily complemented my own practice of Buddhism, so we enjoyed long conversations on all sorts of spiritual matters. During the pandemic, mum proactively enjoyed making new friends online and through regular calls into shows presented by Neil Long on Radio Jackie, who also became a personal friend. Due to the nature of many of her contributions to his breakfast show on air, Neil awarded her the nickname Mystic Chris, which she absolutely loved, and she used that moniker to start a blog page on Facebook where she relished utilising the natural writing skills of an eclectic reader to share various musings on topics influenced by her interest in Paganism. Her regular readers especially appreciated her willingness to share and reflect on her vulnerable moments and she confided in me that though she was delighted when people found her posts relatable, the writing was a hugely cathartic process in itself. In many of the last calls I had with her before she went into hospital, the focus of her excitement related to an increasing involvement in building friendships and volunteering her time at the weekly Square 1 Community Café in Chessington, set up to offer a safe and inclusive space for people experiencing loneliness and isolation. Such projects gave mum a sense of meaning and perspective, and she was looking forward to mental health first aid training to equip her more fully in her role there. She joined the Pagan Federation too and began attending moots and rituals, meeting many like minded souls in person and extending her social group for the first time in some years. Even in the last months of life, she remained a memorable character. Following life changing surgery in February, she spent some time at Kingston Hospital, then in Teddington Memorial Hospital for rehabilitation. She finally moved to Hamilton House nursing home in July where she planned to build her strength back and move to more independent living. She'd barely been resident a week before she was proof reading and submitting content for the newsletter and proudly telling me she was the first resident to help interview a new member of staff! She enjoyed life at Hamilton and formed fond relations with staff, of whom she always spoke highly. If you met mum, even briefly, there's a good chance you wouldn't forget her quickly! We will all have different memories and impressions of Chris. She was often a warm, approachable and open minded woman who made friends easily and had a genuine desire to give her energy to those around her whenever she could. She could have an infectious sense of humour and I hope many of you will have memories of mischievous grins and cheeky giggles as well as the listening ear and well timed cups of tea. But it would in no way honour any human life, let alone the memory of someone as unique as Chris to lay only the light to rest. There are a few of you here who will also have intimately known what life could be like to live with mum when she was embattled by her darker moods and it is in knowing that she is now relieved of their weight that I have found most consolation in recent days. I think she would want me to share that in her later years, she came to identify as neurodiverse, and it is my belief that if she had been born today she would have had better access to the necessary support mechanisms that empower a neurodiverse brain in a neurotypical world. Life, as one is expected to live it, didn't always suit my mum and I believe her discovery of witchcraft and the Pagan faith was maybe the first time in her life she found a way to form an identity that felt closer to her lived experience of herself than the labels of ‘daughter’, ‘mother' or 'wife'. I believe it was the closest she came to being truly happy. Despite having spoken for probably longer than I’m supposed to, I’ve barely scratched the surface of mum and I've edited out more than I wanted. She had so many qualities, sometimes conflicted energies and a depth of character that rendered her mystic perhaps to herself more than anyone. For that reason, her memory evades simple summary but amongst so many other things I shall remember her as a brave, colourful, fish out of water, a bearer of potential, uncomfortable in urban hustle and bustle, preferring a quiet life close to nature and the gentle company of cats... unless something exciting caught her attention or she caught wind of a juicy cause to fight! Mum, your life was in many ways a mystery, and I know life was often a mystery to you too. May you return now, at ease and at peace, to the mysterious here after. Go well, into the unknowable and lay your burdens down as we commit your body to the flames of transformation. May the light of your faith guide you to the loving arms of the Goddess and may the darknesses you knew cast no shadows on the next stage of your journey. I might not have posted quite as many seasonal recipes this year as I'd have liked but there's absolutely no way I could let pumpkin season slip by without sharing A) my favourite kind of squash and B) my favourite thing to do with my favourite kind of squash, a recip(ish) that I invented last year and we've been eagerly awaiting the harvest to recreate...
I often think that if we could learn to be a little more comfortable with death, we might find life a little more comfortable too. So whether or not you believe that the veil between the worlds is at its thinnest tonight, I think it's a pretty appropriate time to listen to the voices of those we outlive, be they ancestors, family, friends or strangers for that matter. Life is not forever and what you do with it matters.
I really don't think I can imagine a plant that is more dynamic, abundant or alive, which makes them completely, perfectly symbolic for a festival which turns to look at death because you can't have one without the other. There is no death with out life. There is no darkness without light... So probably no coincidence then that Diwali, the Hindu festival of light, is also celebrated at this time. Two sides of the same coin.
But... If for whatever reason you had chosen to follow a plant based diet and it was quite a long time, like maybe a decade or more, since you'd eaten scrambled eggs, the chances are you'd eat this and go 'Oh, that's quite eggy' in a way you probably wouldn't if you just ate scrambled tofu. There's something about the rich, thick yellowness of the Onion Squash flesh that's just quite yolky (as I recall), which is the element I always found lacking whenever someone told me 'try this scrambled tofu, it's just like eggs!' and that is what gave me the idea to create this scrambly squashy tofuy meal, whether or not you think it tastes like anything else. You could use other squashes but my experiments haven't found a variety that does the job like this one, so set aside the watery, fibrous old butternut and seek the tender pleasure of the Uchiki Kuri, you won't regret it!
I suggest feasting upon this seasonal treat whilst reflecting upon how good it is to be alive to enjoy it (and maybe being quietly grateful for everyone else who had to be alive in order for you be here to do that!) May your long autumn nights be cosy and quiet, may this time of letting go release you from burdens and may you find the time to rest, renew and restore in the darkness.
I'm excited to be sharing some new seasonal crafts too, there are photos below of upcycled jars with a Samhain/Hallowe'en/Day of the Dead theme, a new wintery greeting card design, some autumn/winter wishing stones and some equally seasonal hanging stars and hearts decorations. (Nik thinks but I can't quite decide if the latter are 'baubles' as they're not balls... But you get the idea!)
There have been times over the last three weeks, especially when I was still feeling exhausted, where I felt frustrated that I wasn't doing what I set out to do; be that getting enough rest or creating more crafts. There were times I felt I was still doing too much and times I felt I wasn't doing enough. That probably says more about my mental habits than it says about any objective truths. Nevertheless, I appear to have achieved what I set out to do; I'm re-energised, I've got a new selection of seasonal crafts ready for sale and a fresh batch of Earth Heart Kitchen goodies that I really enjoyed baking. So, I can't have strayed too far from my intention and maybe 'Good' really can be more than Good Enough. It brings me no shame to tell you that I have the delicious pleasure of writing this in bed. I just did one of those full body stretches from the toes up, vibrating to the tips of the ears, like a cat in the sun. I also have a slightly cold cup of tea beside me.
* You might enjoy this talk by the lovely Vajrapriya if you're interested in knowing more
Peanut butter cookies have recently become a staple of my weekly bake and I've been asked for the recipe a few times since we launched the Earth Heart Kitchen. Though these are a (fairly) simple, (reasonably) fool proof thing to bake (I don't like to make assumptions about anyone's level of confidence in the kitchen!) it's taken me a little while to get around to actually sitting down and writing coherent instructions that would reliably make sense to anyone other than me! But finally, here it is!
It would be easy enough to sink into a routine of flapjacks, cookies and banana loaf in our honesty box every week but it felt like a good plan to see how we might make a few more sales. Yes, we eat what we don't sell... There's never any waste. But a triple batch of baking every week that goes to the additional effort of following all the necessary systems for legal hygiene standards and takes care to cater for a dietary restriction that neither of us have is quite a bit of work. Not to mention that if we regularly ate that many sweet treats between us I'd almost certainly need to start wearing a size up, even if Nik's healthy appetite managed to metabolise it all without incident! Anyway, who wouldn't want to give the best possible chance of the widest possible audience to the lovingly crafted products of the tentative new business that they've been pouring their heart and soul into? Especially when those products carry a use by date! And that's how I arrived at the idea of the pop up bakery...
Back up the hill at the trusty old honesty box, we also made sales and enjoyed some further opportunities for connection with passers by tourists, some of whom return to the area regularly. It's still small steps at this stage but each chat about organic growing, every conversation about the joys of home crafting or reasons for choosing vegan options help encourage us and keep us motivated on the track of building and sharing the Earth Heart vision.
Aside from keeping the honesty box topped up, and abundant, the next Earth Heart Kitchen adventure will be to the Llanfyllin Food Fair on the 8th of September at the Workhouse! Maybe see you there!
I know, cocoa powder was good enough for your gran and we're all on a budget. There are all sorts of ingredients I have to compromise on if I'm going to produce something that comes in at less than £8 a slice but now I've met actual cacao, there's really no going back. You are, of course entirely free to make this recipe with whatsoever chocolatiness you choose... but I shan't be held responsible for the consequences!! It might be considered fool hardy or even reckless to invent a new recipe the day before you intend to sell the product but I like a challenge. Most of my bakes are the result of many batches of tweaking, tasting, trial and error, grumbles, sighs and plenty of that annoying thing people do when they serve you something they've cooked then proceed to tell you about all the ways they're unsatisfied with it . No doubt I shall go on to further refine this recipe but I was so happy with these fudgy little burgandy beauties that I thought I'd make up for my recent recipe dirth and share it to celebrate my first pop up bakery tomorrow! (at Dragons Craft Shop in Llanrhaeadr-ym-Mochnant from 10am to 5pm incidentally...) I realise I've previously said I never really follow a recipe and that's true to an extent, but baking is a science as much as it is an art and you do have to be a bit more precise with a brownie than you do with a soup. Hence, instead of my usual, rambling 'recipish' here is an actual list of weights and measures along with an actual suggested method. But you know... Do whatever.
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