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January 2021

Mend slowlivingactivism

A stitch in time

January 27, 2021

Last night’s darning project – the arm in one of my thermal vests. I called my sister and was like – oh gawds I’m here drinking tea mending my thermal vest HOW OLD AM I? 😂😭 I’ve had this vest years, it’s a merino wool blend from trusty M&S.All I could think of last night was the old adage, A Stitch In Time Saves Nine. This is because I didn’t mend this months ago when the first tiny holes appeared…

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Outdoors vanhounds vanlife

It is a filthy day

January 26, 2021

Hiked about 7-8k in the sludge. It is a filthy day. All the melting snow leaking out across the muddy landscape.We have a specific system for getting the hounds back into the van after a muddy walk: first, hose down feet and bellies outside using a small hand-pump garden pressure wash that also doubles as our outdoor shower in warmer weather; second, a two towel system in the van to get them as dry as possible, one for feet, one…

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creating family

The poetry of our ancestry

January 22, 2021

One day I wake and my child is a grown woman with two children of her own. Just standing in the yard chatting is the simplest and yet most splendid thing in these strange times. Family is a work-in-progress, we grow a bright future from the fertile soil of our friendship. So grateful that this woman is part of my female lineage, with her tenacity, intelligence and kindness.I knitted this poncho for her a few years ago when she said…

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food

Pot luck dinner

January 18, 2021

Does everyone have what I call ‘The Pot Luck dinner’? It’s the meal you make when you’re going food shopping the next day and so this dinner is basically all the veggies you have left in a pot.The magic formula (in my opinion) is to sweat your base veg for ages – in this case red onion, celery, carrots… then add garlic with another veg – I diced a couple of purple potatoes, but sweet potatoes or squash, or even…

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feminism poetry

The gathering

January 18, 2021

A poem to start the week. text reads The Gathering you are weary  stripped of bark  you have been shedding leaves  resolve is blossom snatched by the wind sometimes it is too much  to know you have been hacked & pruned  fashioned into furniture  oiled & shaped for utility (or fantasy)  your heart is not inanimate  she is the tree whose roots run  rich with connection  when you are felled the Earth grieves  with the heat of the sun  still,…

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food

Recipe evolution

January 17, 2021

Andy’s been getting creative in the van kitchen more lately. He used to do a dish of egg fried rice with spicy tuna and peas. Then we went veggie and he had to sub the tuna, then we went vegan and he had to sub the eggs. Finally he realised it was time to just reinvent the dish. Which I’m delighted with as this is what’s it’s evolved into (photo of last night’s meal). This is his spicy, sticky, sweet…

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nature Outdoors

Getting the laces right

January 16, 2021

Walking has kept me sane this lockdown. To be honest there’s been plenty of days I didn’t feel like leaving the van but two large hounds in a small space are great therapy because you’re going outdoors whether you like it or not.We’ve been averaging 5k a day in the week and 10k at weekends so I feel a certain low-level fitness is being maintained and even today I’m starting to notice a deeper, underlying energy return, which feels so…

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food

Easy vegan brunch

January 16, 2021

Today’s #veganuary brunch. It took a while for us to get used to not having eggs with all weekend breakfasts. We do occasionally have eggs from our grandson’s pet hens but they’re not laying so much in this cold weather. Anyways! Flavour is key. This is cold small potatoes (left over from a mid-week dinner) gently crushed and fried with good olive oil, salt, pepper and paprika. Served with tomatoes softened over heat with olive oil, salt, pepper, oregano; and…

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nature poetry

For the trees

January 14, 2021

I was reminded of an old poem on today’s walk (it’s from the pamphlet, Prophecy: conversations with my Self, which you can download for free from my website here). For the trees There was a place she visited oneWith forests that s t r e t c h e dPlanted, regimented, ruledAnd when she spokeThe trees did not know herAnd when she spoke with the voice of the mountainThe trees did not know themselves And she ragedAnd mountains weptFor the…

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