Gillian Monks

'Making Fairytales Come True'

Category: Musings of the Hearth (Page 1 of 9)

Fire on the Hillside Revisited

One of the wildfires which we experienced in late March 2022. This one was about three miles away – photo taken from one of our upstairs bedroom windows.

First of all, I would very much like to thank everyone who expressed their concern, left comments, sent messages and emails in response to my previous blog post about the wildfire near our village last week. I was deeply touched.

I have to add that when viewed in daylight, the fire was actually further away than I had originally thought, due to an extra fold of land on the hillside which wasn’t apparent in the dark – although in my opinion, it was still too close to the village for comfort.

Strangely, for all my experiences of fire, I am in no way repelled, frightened or  traumatised by it – I love bonfires, campfires and my open fire in the grate at home – but I do highly respect it. Fire is a potent and powerful energy which is largely uncontrollable once it escapes humanity’s carefully preserved boundaries.

What struck me most forcefully at the time, was that I felt that we should all be doing something to assist in the protection of our community, not simply shrugging our shoulders and piking off to bed to leave a mere handful of much stretched and over-worked professional fire fighters to battle it out alone on our behalf. If these kind of out-of-control fires are going to become more common place, might I suggest that every able-bodied adult keeps a fire beater in the garden shed or garage and at the  first sign of trouble, we all turn out to deal with it, before such fires grow and get out of hand. (I believe that these types of measure are already taken in other countries where wildfires are more prevalent.)

I feel that it is time for communities to show more self reliance and responsibility for their own organisation and welfare. Simply sitting back and waiting for ‘them’ to come and sort out our problems is no longer enough. Yes, the services prefer us to keep out of the way in case we get hurt and cause more distraction and emergency work for them, but the type and severity of natural events and disasters that we are now experiencing regularly are beginning to make this unsustainable.

The other thing which quite surprised me was that, apart from gathering together useful or necessary items in case we had to evacuate the property quickly, I looked around the house at many much-loved things and didn’t feel any particular desire to try and ‘save’ any of them. It suddenly seemed that the house and all its contents – my home – came as a single unit, and if I couldn’t save it all, I wasn’t terribly bothered about any of it – the really important aspect of the situation to me were the animals and people – my loved ones… and if they were okay, then the rest was very much of secondary importance – in fact, didn’t really matter at all.

Also in March 2022 – Mynydd Mawr, one of the mountains at the head of our valley and just across from Y Wyddfa (Snowdon), was on fire. All the dark area to the left of the line of fire is land which had already been burned – the fire went on to consume that entire side of the mountain.

At this point I would also like to make it clear that while the dates for controlled burning of agricultural (and other) land only end on the 15th March (lowland areas) and the 31st March (upland areas), anyone entering into such activity must submit a burning plan to the relevant authorities for approval between 24 and 72 hours beforehand, and ensure that sufficient persons and equipment are present to control and regulate the fire.  It is also illegal to set such fires between the hours of sunset and sunrise. There are complicated stipulations for limiting the amount of land burned at any one time and the juxtaposition of such natural features as streams, rivers and lakes.

I cannot be one hundred percent sure, but I should think that the fires we have experienced this past couple of weeks have all broken these regulations in some way, especially the huge fire which swept across the mountain a couple of miles away from us and the smaller fire near our village – both of these were lit well after dark, so were unlikely to be either farmers attempting controlled burning or accidental spontaneous combustion from sunlight.

I was brought up in an isolated rural area in the middle of farms and woodland, and I have lived here in this valley for nearly forty years. Apart from a similar few days of fire and smoke in late March 2022, (see photos) I have never seen anything like this wholesale burning of whole mountainsides. Farmers are officially allowed to burn land from the beginning of October (lowland) and the start of November (uplands). Why should they choose to wait until the very last few days, when the natural world is already well into the spring mating and nesting season, earlier now with the change in seasonal/environmental conditions, than when the government regulations were last updated in 2008.

Then there is the question of why there is a local presence of certain high-ranking officials who are looking very concerned and taking these events rather seriously.

We do indeed live in ‘interesting times’ – and it is now our opportunity to metaphorically stand up and be counted. Now is our chance to shine! Be that person who takes responsibility… who can be counted on… who focuses on the positive. Allow our care, humour and love to inform everything we do throughout each ‘ordinary’ day. Enjoy each ‘mundane’ moment to its fullest extent. After all, what is the alternative?

Make today your very best day yet!

 

 

 

 

Fire on the Hillside

This morning I awoke to the blessed sound of rain gently falling, soaking the land and cooling the air. In recent days, Wales has become the ‘land of fire’ as wild fires have swept across our moorland and mountains – from north to south, east to west – there have been at least six fires here in my own valley, some of them extensive…

…And one personally frightening. Thursday had been a beautiful day of balmy  sunshine and warm winds. It was officially the Vernal or Spring Equinox, (although my dear husband had informed me that the daylight had actually begun to grow longer than the darkness from Tuesday onwards), but we had decided to mark the occasion with celebration on Saturday so that our druid grove members with weekday working hours could also be with us.

I was preparing for bed late that evening and thought that I would just check my messages in case there was one from my son who was away from home that night.

I was saddened to see a post from a friend living in a nearby village who was commenting on the the huge wildfire currently blazing across her side of the mountain a couple of miles away. On my way to the bathroom, I went into the back bedroom – now used as an office – and was immediately confronted with a line of leaping flames racing across the lower hillside towards the village!

There are a couple of rows of houses between us and that approach to the village, but with pictures fresh in my mind of devastating fires around the world, and most recently the destructive wildfires in California, I immediately sprang into action.

Rousing my already slumbering husband from his warm bed, I began to collect important documents and artefacts, along with changes of clean clothes and other immediate everyday essentials. I then spent much of the night sat in the dark in my son’s office chair, staring through the window at the ever-encroaching line of fire, monitoring its progress, and as calmly as possible making further plans to possibly evacuate and/or house elderly neighbours from further up the mountain – one old gentleman who is bedridden and who’s cottage I suspected was directly in the path of the voracious flames. I was also mentally tussling with the dilemma of how to transport our four cats from the site when in possession of only one cat carrier.

I have had several experiences with fire, the first being at the age of two and a half, when my mother rushed me through a wall of flame which had engulfed the stairs to the bedroom after an elderly pet had accidentally knocked over a paraffin heater. Two years later, the woods around our cottage caught fire, and my mother and her little daughter were discovered valiantly bucketing water from the river in a vain attempt to control it until the fire brigade arrived. On that occasion, the authorities surmised that the conflagration was started accidentally by a carelessly discarded cigarette butt. However, the fire which totally destroyed our family home of fifty years back in 2010 was no accident but an act of arson resulting from a bungled burglary. (We had faced break-ins before, as we lived in an isolated spot, but never in my wildest dreams had I anticipated the possibility of anyone actually ‘stealing’ the entire cottage!)

Periodically, I would now traverse the sleeping household on sorties to the Aga downstairs to make myself sustaining cups of tea.

The hours ticked away. Mercifully, the blustery wind was driving the fire diagonally across the slope along and behind the village, but if it changed direction… Sometimes, the flames would die right down and I would wonder if the danger was actually passed, but then another gust of wind would come along and bright fluorescent orange and glowing scarlet would bloom in distressing patches along a very long line. Occasionally, a particularly large gorse bush or small tree would catch light and the flames would leap twenty or thirty feet in the air and light up the whole side of the hill.

I watched in fascination as lights flashed across the hillside and along the line of fire. Although I couldn’t see them, I knew that the fire service was out there valiantly fighting to save more destruction to the natural world and to human habitation. Endeavouring to ‘walk my talk’, I found myself sending out unconditional love to the element of fire, letting go of all fears and trusting that all was unfolding as it should… whatever happened. This might sound overly dramatic, but I found myself seriously wondering if my time had come to have my life completely turned upside down as so many other millions of souls have in recent years. Was this ‘it’ for me and my loved ones?

Mastering my emotions was a challenge, and I found myself pouring more positivity and love towards those who were battling out on the hillside on my behalf, than being grateful for the cleansing qualities of the fire itself.

I looked down on the houses below us and had the almost irresistible urge to go banging on all the front doors to waken the occupants and get everyone out on that hillside where the struggle seemed so drastically weighed against the puny human. To me, it appeared almost morally indecent that we should all be cosily snoring in our beds, totally unaware of the huge effort being made on our behalf – having been brought up in the countryside, I have been trained to get out and sort one’s own problems, without necessarily relying on help, official or otherwise.

Eventually, around 4.30.am. I felt sure enough that everything was under control to actually relax sufficiently and go to bed, although I had little sleep that morning, especially as the local council decided to arrive early to dig around in the road outside my bedroom window and fill in holes in the tarmac.

What, or more accurately I should ask, who, is setting these fires no one seems to know, but they are widespread and numerous. Humanity rarely suffers but it is the wildlife – now in full mating and nesting season – which suffers so dreadfully. The long-term damage to the environment is incalculable, especially where peat beds take light – some of them have taken thousands of years to form and are dozens of feet deep… and can burn for months.

So, yes, today I am rejoicing at the gentle grey clouds and damp conditions. We put away our concerns for now, lick our wounds, and face the uncertain and challenging future which 2025 has promised to bring us.

Take care, and be aware of what is going on around you, and of our joint responsibility.

With my love.

 

 

 

How Courageous Are You?

Today I came across a post on Facebook entitled ‘Advice to Girls’. I won’t name the  author but I presume they are an ‘influencer’ of young minds and behaviour.

I am well aware that for far too long, women have been treated outrageously, cruelly, and totally inappropriately – usually by men, but also sometimes by other women.

I heartily applaud the courage and stamina of so many women who have in the past, and continue today, to stand up for equal rights, and who work to expose society’s skewed perception of the feminine.

However, in the response to male chauvinism, some females – specially the younger ones – have apparently fallen into the habit of behaving just like the rude, crude, violent, unintelligent and chauvinistic men they are rebelling against.

In this particular Facebook post, girls are advised, among other things, to be ‘loud’, ‘gross’, ‘snide and sarcastic’. What kind of advice is that? And what kind of a world will our youngsters create if they follow this advice? Apart from anything else, it will only serve to vindicate men’s opinion of women as being self-centred and brainless.

COME ON GIRLS – I EXPECT MUCH BETTER FROM YOU!

Our youngsters – of ALL genders – are our flagship – on them depends so much for a better future. It made me stop and think very deeply about the advice I would give to my own daughter – perhaps anyone reading this could help me out here – making my message more compact and all-encompassing – refining it – but in reading it, you will get my drift. (See below.)

Your thoughts and comments (if polite!) are warmly welcomed.

‘Make yourself what you want to be, and be comfortable and confident about who you are.
Respectfully expect the world to accept you on your terms – settle for nothing less.
You are unique, honoured and loved, with unique experiences and gifts.
Behave to others as you would like them to treat you.
Show that you are a person of strength, dignity, compassion and wisdom.
Allow your kindness to speak for you.
Be courageous. Be steadfast. Be your own person.
Let the way you live speak for you.
Be quietly assertive and truthful, but if you are met with derision and aggression, speak out loud and clear – enlist the support of others – stand firm.
Know when to say ‘No’, and stick to it.
Do not behave badly because everyone around you is acting out that way.
In all you say, do and are, be worthy of your own approval.’

 

Happy Valentine’s Day!

The Winter Tree which was originally festooned with colourful decorations at Christmas, and then was stripped of all its colour and finery for the icy January look, is now bedecked with heart-shaped ornaments for the season of love, spring and new beginnings.

Any excuse to celebrate a day of love is fine by me! And today need not simply be for romantic, physical human lovers, but a time to show our love and appreciation for everything and everyone and walk through our World and across our Earth with limitless joy, appreciation and unconditional, overwhelming and total love for all that is.

We are living in strange and difficult times, and for many of us, it is probably going to become a whole lot more challenging before it grows easier. But let us ensure that our difficulties and efforts are to a definite purpose – that our struggles are going to finally achieve something real and lasting.

In working our way through the challenges of health, finance, relationships, politics and society, we can do so in a way which will also begin to lift our spirits and create a whole new beginning… a whole new wonderful World where every thought, word, action and interaction is meaningful and of benefit to ourselves and those around us, far and wide… a regenerated Earth where nature can freely develop and thrive alongside us.

We can all co-create this amazing future. We might not live to see it fully prosper, (in this lifetime anyway), but we can start the ball rolling and put in the foundations upon which those following can safely and strongly build.

Where do we begin?

With a thought.

A positive thought.

And a feeling. A feeling of unfettered, wholehearted love for everything.

And then what? What do you envisage your new and wondrous World looking like? being like? operating and working inspirationally and beneficially for all?

When we are asked to imagine something, to pray, or ask for something – or for those who use spells – we are taught to be as carefully precise in setting out our plea or intention as possible. There is an old joke, (which is not really funny at all), that if you aren’t careful, you might just get what you asked for! Take care to be as specific as you can be, or suffer the skewed consequences.

So, not only how do we visualise our new World, but what words do we use to describe it? as few words – or preferably one word – are easier to project and make a regular point of focusing on whilst we birth such a state of being in our imaginations, out there on the astral… the ether – wherever – before it can come into physical incarnation.

Help me out here. This is a serious question.

And a request.  I would deeply appreciate all of you, my much-valued readers and friends, responding in the comments at the bottom of this post and sharing your magical words of creation. If we can all bring our dreams for the future of the Earth and everything upon her down to just a few words – or even ONE word – how clearly powerful and potent that would be.

Please share this thought.

Please connect with me and share your succinct vision.

And, in the meantime, have a wonderfully happy and fulfilling Valentine’s Day. Love yourself, fall in love with life and the Earth and allow joy and kindness to guide your steps – so with every breath we bring a truly new and loving state of life into being.

Merry Midwinter!

We have arrived! The tipping point between the headlong plunge into the Darkness and the long slow climb back up towards the Light.

Technically, the Solstice occurred at approximately 9.30. this morning… but before we can actually see evidence of the returning Light, with the dying of the day later this afternoon we shall enter into the very darkest time of the year which will only visibly come to an end with the breaking of the day on the morning of the 25th December. On this morning, the Sun/Son is reborn – the Light of the World returns to us and another year is assured.

Make good use of this precious, sacred time. Enter fully into the darkness… rest in the shadows and enjoy the synthetic light of candles and coloured bulbs, then glory in the return of the Light.

According to the meteorological forecast, we are in for some rough weather today. In years past we have gone down into the woods to keep the natural world company as the daylight dies, or up onto the hillside to witness the dying of the Light. However, today it will be more appropriate to withdraw into our homes and gather around the hearth… to light candles as daylight leaves us and hold the light and love of life in our hearts until the Sun bursts forth once more on Christmas morning.

My dearest wish is that you all make the very most of this dak time, not so much by nourishing and nurturing yourself within the warmth and safety of your own homes, (although that also applies), but by creating as much light within your own beings as possible. Allow your own very special and unique light to shine bravely and brightly out into the dark world by any and all means possible… bring smiles and laughter, bring kindness and compliments as you rush about preparing for your own celebrations.

I wish you all a very meaningful and positive Solstice as we wait with bated breath for the rebirth of the Sun/Son.

A very merry midwinter to you all… with my love.

All In a Jug of Lemonade

I made my Christmas cakes yesterday… one for the family, two to give to friends and another to decorate and cut at New Year. Not ‘Stir Up Sunday’ you might say. No, but the nearest I could get to it considering my other commitments.

I ended up with a couple of lemons from which I had grated the zest but which still needed squeezing to remove the juice, and decided to make lemonade with them for my husband and I to enjoy hot before bedtime. We only tend to think of lemonade as a summer beverage served with ice to cool us down but it is something my mother used to make for us when I was a child, and stand on the hearth by the fire in a big glass jug to keep warm. (Never allow to boil, of course, as this destroys all the beneficial Vitamin C.)

As I wound down towards bedtime I sat clasping my steaming mug of pale tangy liquid, fragrant with the scent of citrus and it suddenly struck me just how lucky I am… lucky because we have access to such fruit which is usually grown so far away, lucky that we can afford to buy it, lucky that I have the knowledge and ability to make such a drink, lucky that I can see, smell and taste it, and so on. Most importantly of all, lucky that I have close, loving family with which I can share it.

As I sipped my warmly comforting lemonade, I felt a decided glow spread throughout my being which was attributable to more than just the heat of the liquid.

How had such a simple action turned into an activity of revelation and gratitude and become a precious and sacred occasion?

This is the miracle of Life, I suppose, the realisation that even the most mundane action or event when viewed in a certain way, can become magical… and that our whole life is actually amazingly magical when seen from a positive perspective… if we allow ourselves the opportunity to do so.

Perhaps the necessary ingredients for this happy outcome lie in taking the time to stand back and contemplate… to take in what actually is. Couple that to the joy of the moment and a grateful heart and it is easier to see how it might come about.

Recipe for Homemade Lemonade: Zest and juice of a lemon, a pint of water and honey or sugar to taste – you may also roughly chop up the flesh of the lemon and/or add a pinch of citric acid if you wish but it is not necessary. Place all ingredients in a pan and warm gently, making sure that all the sweetening has completely dissolved. Put to one side and allow the lemon to steep in the warm liquid for a while before reheating (remember not to allow to boil) before straining into a warm jug to serve or pour straight into mugs.

What better way to chase away those cold and ‘flu bugs, give your immune system a boost and lift your emotions?

 

Greetings for Calan Gaeaf!

…Or in other words, Happy Hallowe’en! The seasons have turned once more and we are about to leave autumn behind and enter early winter – the most precious time of personal introspection, evaluation and self-nurture. As we slip into the shadows we stand at the crossroads… where our world touches many others and living energies  from many other states of being mingle among us – including the planes on which our passed loved ones now dwell.

This is a time to celebrate! To remember with love and gratitude, to engage with all life with joy and appreciation, to celebrate, to dance, to laugh and to stare into Ceridwen’s cauldron and contemplate what our future might hold for us.

Have a wonderful day today… a blessed and very special night tonight, and a marvellous time over the next few days… treasure all the little moments and understand how even the most mundane moments are, in reality, a true gift.

My love to you all!

Warm Greetings for the Autumn Equinox!

A very happy Autumn Equinox to you all! Here we are, already half way between the longest and shortest days, and the time is flying before us just as the dry coloured leaves are beginning to fly from the trees as the rest of the harvest is safely gathered in.

British weather often seems to have a mind of its own, but this year it has been even odder than usual – just another symptom of climate change, perhaps? Some people have struggled to grow anything in their gardens this summer whilst others, against all odds, have been blessed with marvellous crops, especially apples. This time of year frequently sees people offering to share their good fortune: bags and carriers of fruit appear at meetings and in friends houses, containers are left outside gates and driveways – free to anyone who can use them rather than the fruit being wasted.

I thought that it might be useful to share a couple of old family apple recipes with you.

The first is for apple chutney, which, according to my mother’s manuscript cookery book, she first as a young housewife made in 1952. Doubling the quantities below, it cost her three shillings and eleven pence ha’penny (just a fraction under 20p in today’s money) for a 10lb ( four and three quarter kilo) boiling. It is utterly delicious, sweet and tangy with slightly warm, spicy overtones. (I shall leave you to work out how much it costs to make today, but at least the apples usually come free!)

Interestingly, my mother’s recipe includes such directions as sieving the stewed apples and stoning the raisins – life is definitely easier now! Having said that, at the end of last week, my friend and I took a whole afternoon to make ten kilos of chutney and we were pretty exhausted by the time we had finished… but a quarter of that amount should present you with no difficulties at all.

APPLE CHUTNEY

Ingredients:
1 1/2 kilos hard, sour apples (sweeter eating apples may also be used, just reduce the amount of sugar by a third to compensate.)
3/4 kilo moist brown sugar ( a mixture of soft brown sugar and ordinary white granulated sugar works well).
1/2 kilo raisins
1 pint malt vinegar
three cloves garlic, peeled and chopped
28g salt
28g fresh root ginger, grated
56g mustard seed
1/2 a flat teaspoon of cayenne

Method:

  • Peel, core and chop apples.
  • Using a large, heavy-bottomed pan (to avoid sticking or burning while cooking) stew apples gently with sugar until tender, then puree.
  • Add rest of ingredients and boil until smooth (about ten minutes).
  • Pour into hot glass jars and screw lids on tightly to form airtight seals once cooled – jars recycled from your own store cupboard work perfectly.
  • Leave to mature for a couple of weeks before eating.

My second recipe suggestion is for Chesham Tart, an old desert or teatime dish which we all find utterly delicious but which seems very little known about these days.

CHESHAM TART

Ingredients:

Pastry case, baked ‘blind’
Raspberry jam
stewed apple
1/2 pint whipped double cream

Method:

  • Spread a thin layer of jam over the bottom of the pastry case
  • Add a good thick layer of stewed apple to almost fill the case.
  • Top with whipped cream – decorate with halves of glace cherries and crystalised angelica

Alternatively, instead of a pastry case, you may use a shallow sponge cake for the base – or the bottom half of a cake.

These are both easy recipes but delicious to eat. Please do let me know how you get on with them… and if you have ever heard of Chesham Tart!

‘Careless Talk’

One of my favourite summer harvests – these sweetpeas smell divine!

A few days ago, we celebrated Lammas, (or as some call it, Lughnasa). This is the time of the first main harvest of the year, which are the grains: wheat, rye, oats, etc..

Traditionally, it has always been a time for communities to pause in their busy long-days-of-sunlight summer lives and come together. While the weather is more reasonable, many would travel distances to join with loved ones not often seen during the rest of the year, to feast while food was fresh and plentiful, and to compete in games of strength and skill in an atmosphere of amiable competition. It was a golden opportunity to conduct many business meetings, strike deals, make agreements, reach compromises and understandings, and also celebrate marriages.

On reflection, perhaps we still haven’t moved so very far away from this arrangement, only now we operate at a national or global level, rather than in an intimate local society. The beginning of August is the peak time for people to go away on holiday… there are numerous festivals and events at this time of year, many countries have recently held their political elections, and right now the greatest sporting event on earth is taking place in the form of the Olympic Games in Paris. Think about it. Over all, we are still following the old pattern of behaviour based on the seasons and rhythms of the natural world.

For me personally, it is the opportunity to come together, to catch up, to spend time and to celebrate on-going life… and to talk to one another… to exchange news, chew the fat and discuss the state of the world. Showing an interest in one another is laudable; learning about people from different cultures and with different approaches to life is admirable, but it needs to be done sympathetically in a spirit of genuine kindness and compassion, with a good measure of tolerance and as complete a lack of judgement and bias as possible. It is too easy to learn half (or even a fraction) of a tale and then jump to conclusions, and to react with arrogance from a place of false and ignorant superiority.

While my family and friends gathered under a clear blue sky in the sunshine and deep peace on our land on the far western peninsular of the Llyn, folk in many towns and cities chose to take to the streets to protest and display their displeasure… also their crippling insecurities, frustration and impotence.  Doubtless, they chatted on all the various forms of social media available and used increasingly stirring and inflammatory language as they spurred each other on to turn on their fellow human beings – unwitting and innocent targets – scapegoats on which some deeply damaged and broken members of our society decided to vent their own agony.

For we only tend to be mean or hurtful when we are unhappy or frightened. It is an unfortunate but basic human trait. Something goes wrong in our lives and we frantically cast about for someone else to blame –  and to make pay – and the easiest target is the one who is different from all the rest… who is a different colour, has different beliefs or way of life, someone whose differences are perceived as posing a possible threat to general security and stability and therefore one who must be eliminated, when in reality we ultimately damage ourselves just as much, if not more, than the objects of our fear and self- distraction.

Lobbing rocks and items of furniture, torching cars and buildings, looting and destroying and attacking one’s fellow human beings is extreme, but the essence of the problem can be mirrored in something as simple as a careless judgemental comment or a throw away opinion. From everyday actions and emotions come many of the miseries of our world.

Gossip is no less dangerous and destructive, from when a simple fact becomes accidentally distorted and untrue, to purposefully poisonous lies.

Next time you catch yourself criticising someone, please stop and ask yourself how you are feeling. In reality, are you worried, frightened or concerned about another matter altogether, perhaps something about which you are powerless, and so it provides a temporary release to lash out at someone else – for a time it also takes the focus of attention away from you.

‘Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me.’ Whoever first coined that particular children’s old playground chant obviously had absolutely no idea how wounding and painful a negative word can be. And it is not simply others who stand to feel the lash of our ill-considered tongues – we are all guilty of using hurtful language against ourselves: “I must be daft!” “You stupid fool!” “I’m such an idiot!” are all simple everyday types of judgement we hurl at ourselves, both in our thoughts and in actual spoken words, but they are no less wounding. Words have a life of their own and they do find their mark, especially when the target is ourself.

Perhaps we can all try to be more aware and vigilant about the language we use about ourselves and each other? Can we be more careful not to make assumptions, and to learn the truth from the people in question before we decide to go mouthing off, or taking to the streets (even metaphorically) in violent reaction?

“Careless talk costs lives” was an important catch phrase during the Second World War. For the pain we can cause ourselves and each other, and the power careless talk can have to incite and misinform, perhaps it is as relevant today as it was eighty years ago.

Be kind – to yourself and others – and try to think before you speak.

Lammas Greetings!

Time for the colours of the harvest and hot sunny days to creep into our home decoration – I just love it!

I would like to wish you all a very happy Lammas today, and for the coming days, weeks and months of harvesttime.

The word ‘Lammas’ originates from the Saxon for ‘loaf mass’, the special baking and consumption of the first loaf from the new grain harvest. This is a relatively new tradition which only evolved with the practice of agriculture and the  domestication of wheat and other grains a few thousand years ago. It is no less important to us now than it was then, and with the rapidly changing and volatile state of the weather around the world and the effect it is having on our environment, each and every harvest safely brought in is literally a triumph.

This year, certainly in the U.K., I have heard farmers worrying about the amount of rain that we have bee experiencing countrywide, the fact that they couldn’t get out onto the land to plant the seed and that when they did, it was rotting in the ground. Yields this year are predictably lower than usually expected and in previous centuries, this might have spelled widespread shortages and hunger. Nor can we rely on topping up our supplies by importing from other parts of the globe as everywhere is being effected in different but just as severe ways, either by manmade aggression and misuse or extremes of weather resulting from it.

So, when you eat some bread today, chew it well and really appreciate the taste, and the fact that you are lucky enough to have it on your plate. Give great thanks to the Earth which allows us to grow and harvest it in abundance. We are truly blessed. Send out some loving appreciation for what the land provides, and keep on acknowledging and sending out your thankfulness.

 

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