Sunday, September 14, 2008

This man is saying what I've been saying for years

... but he says it so much better than I ever did.

Here is about an hour of some of the most enlightening, inspiring conversation you could ever hear.

It's Dr. Míceál Ledwith, whose website is worth a look too. Oh, and these articles, which I'm just about to plough through..

Thursday, August 14, 2008

Work goes stale

Zara and I were chatting about work yesterday, and we came to the conclusion that like old food, if it's not attended to in the right time and the right way, work goes stale.

My mother-in-law used to say: "There's nowt keeps like work", but I disagree. It doesn't keep well at all.

Zara explained: "If I start to tidy my bedroom and get halfway through, then give up and do something else, it's nearly impossible to finish the job because it's gone stale and the moment has passed."

I was talking about tidying up too, and washing dishes. I'd gone to bed leaving it undone the night before and woke up to two-hours' worth of stale work the next morning. Never again! I want to do it while it's fresh.

Thursday, July 10, 2008

Taking care of the soil

Still, I thought I would go ahead and talk to the doctor. No reason not to. I left the commercial roads and cut over to Paradise on farm roads.

The farms stopped me. They were perfect. They were absolutely exquisite. Each one was minutely cared for, as if the rows were pulled up straight each morning and the corners tucked in at nightfall. The soil was looser than at other farms; it was lighter, fluffed up, as if it had been given a good beating in a copper bowl.

I drove along a stream bed bounding with spring rains and watched where it widened into a pool by a farmhouse. Ducks sailed across the pond as if in serene possession of their affairs. I watched. There was no traffic and few sounds. I rolled down the window and let the smell of the earth fill the car. I thought I could hear a duck paddling across the pond. I was awestruck.

I stared at the ploughed earth, at the breathing, fertile soil all around me. And then I began to cry. After the assaults I had felt and seen in the cities, assaults of man against woman, woman against child; after the endless asphalted city floor; after the heavy metal-dust smell of power coursing along boulevards and into dark buildings, here - here, all this time, these people had been taking care of the soil.


This is an excerpt from A Midwife's Story by Penny Armstrong and Sheryl Feldman, kindly lent to me by a friend. It's the story of Penny Armstrong's midwifery practice amongst the Amish people in Pennsylvania and the quotation describes her first impressions of the area.

It struck a chord with me because the soil is what we've been working on here - the meditative pastime of sorting the real stone from the lumps of concrete, old bits of tile and other junk, and separating out the soil from mounds previously excavated from the house. Our predecessor built an extension and had the earth and other debris from the foundations and construction dumped in the coal cellar. We then converted the basement and dumped it all in the field. It's been there this past seven years, growing weeds, waiting to be sorted. I knew I'd get around to it eventually.

A few people have looked at it and suggested less time-consuming alternatives. "Why don't you kick it down the hill, cover it in compost and grass over it?" said one person.

"Just leave it where it is and grass over it," said another. "Make it part of the landscape."

"Get a digger," said someone else. "You can set them to sort through what they're shifting, to pull out the stones."

"Will it sort out the lumps of coke and concrete from the real stones?" I asked. It wouldn't. And anyway, it would cost more than we can afford. And anyway, I wanted to do it by hand.

People think it's mad, but it's meditative. And the children help, peering at bits of stone to see if they are the genuine article or just composite.


















And while they help, we're talking about all manner of things: what the worms are doing. (Why aren't they over there, in nicer soil?) What's been happening in the house. What used to be here. Who used to live here. How they lived. Why they built the sheds. (WWII - Dig for Victory. We know this because my dad, who was a local child at the time, remembers them being built.) How they built them, and why like that. The history of the house, the field, the town, the world. How big dinosaurs are, and how far away Australia.

When I'm working alone it's time to think. There's something about repetitive physical work isn't there? It takes on a life of its own - a momentum. Jobs that you thought would take forever slowly but definitely disappearing. And at the end of the day, you feel like you've done something.

Saturday, June 21, 2008

Re-post: Right *here*, right *now* - Apr 07

This is the principle by which I live, parent and educate because if difficulties arise, they always seem to come from either fears for the future or regret about the past. But we are free to choose where to focus our minds: Past, future - or now!

I don't know whether living entirely, permanently in the NOW is always a good idea. I tried it for a few months once, but found that I had to force my mind not to do anything else, and enforcement tends to only waste energy and to involve a corresponding backlash. So I'm happy to think back sometimes to think about what's happened to learn from it and to remember past events with fondness.

I do find it interesting, though, which particular events I look back on with the most fondness. They're often the times when I was doing something apparently unremarkable - except living in the NOW! The special events like marriage, birthdays and childbirths were often so fraught with complications to do with the specialness of the event, that I obviously found it hard to enjoy them properly.

The more I live in the present moment, the less I fear the future. I have been known to indulge in the occasional panic about things to come to varying degrees, but I suspect this causes a frame of mind that looks for bad news and therefore often finds it. I have images in my mind about the long term future which all involve happiness and contentment. I think we do tend to find what we're looking for, one way or another.

Some thinking about the future is probably sensible though, to avoid danger. But taking action to avoid danger is a different thing entirely to just worrying that it will come and hurt me and mine. But too much focus on taking such action can lead to inertia, or - worse - the wrong sort of action.

I believe the universe is intelligent. Some people call this God, Allah, Jehovah, the Tao or other names relating to their culture and interpretation. This intelligence creates order and I think the key to right action lies in observing and complying with this order. Not being gullible or desperate to find answers or to follow the crowd.

By switching off the noise and finding somewhere quiet, to listen and think and just to be, the right answers arise on their own.

Right answers feel different, like nothing else. They just click into place and feel right, then it's easy to trust them.

posted by Gill at 8:10 AM


6 Comments:


Mieke said...

Very, very beautifully put into words, thank you, Gill. Very Zen, too ;)).
11:08 AM, April 27, 2007


Amanda said...

A lovley post!
11:24 AM, April 27, 2007


Ruth said...

I can never live in the right now. I have spent my life looking ahead to what might happen and taking action to avoid it if it looks bad. I drive the whole household mad:)mainly cos any predictions I make about future events normally come true lol, be they be good or bad. I wish I could let go of the future but I can't. Does that make me a control freak?
3:47 PM, April 27, 2007


Adele said...

"Right answers feel different, like nothing else. They just click into place and feel right, then it's easy to trust them."

Yay Gill! People tend to underestimate this kind of intuitive knowledge, but I think it's the most important kind. :)
4:00 PM, April 27, 2007


Allie said...

I'm a *right now* kind of person too - or I try to be! Just yesterday at work we learned of a student who had been killed in a car crash. I took a reserved book off the shelf where it was waiting for her - a stark reminder of the fact that we can never plan with any certainty.
8:01 PM, April 27, 2007


Gill said...

Thanks all! But that one just wrote itself ;-)
I should maybe root around for more, where it came from!
3:32 PM, April 28, 2007

Re-post: And now for something controversial - Jan 07

The Commission for Social Care Inspection has just published their State of Social Care report, in which it claims that "Individuals and families are increasingly having to find and pay for their own care."

Well, here's a new idea: Instead of putting your children into full-time state-funded daycare from as early an age as possible, so that you can go out to work and buy things you might not actually need, thereby becoming less familiar with and more isolated from them as they grow up so that by the time they're adults you're all essentially strangers; instead of spending your children's childbearing years reclaiming your own youth, working for more stuff you might not need, going off on holidays you really, if you're honest, might not even enjoy that much and becoming even more distanced from your family so that by the time you really need them they barely know you and anyway are following your example and busy having 'lives of their own'; Instead of putting off having children because they're expensive or not convenient or you never quite 'met the right person'... try doing the opposite!

If everyone lived a more natural family life instead of thoughtlessly living by state-imposed, state-serving (by 'state' I really mean corporate business interests) mantras like 'every child must go to school', 'relative poverty is a serious problem' and so on, the numbers of elderly people left reliant on care from stangers would be drastically reduced. In fact, strong, home-based family networks tend to look out for their neighbours too, so the reliance on state care would be virtually eliminated. In fact, reliance on the state would be virtually eliminated! And then where would we be? ;-)

In a much better place than we are now, in my opinion, with far fewer problems.

7 Comments:

Qalballah said...

Amen.
4:17 PM, January 12, 2007


IndigoShirl said...

Well Said.....:~)


5:47 PM, January 12, 2007


Ruth said...

Good post Gill.
8:27 PM, January 12, 2007

Amanda said...

This is an interesting post, I really enjoyed reading it :0) but I don't see how it would work :0( Most of my friends have waited until they have met the right person/got some security before having kids. Most of them work because they have to/need to. I do know what you're saying though. But its a hard cycle to break...
I've been in a situation where I have looked after a dependent relative, I personally would'nt do it again.
1:47 PM, January 13, 2007

UmSuhayb b David said...

living in Sweden, the state encourages us to send kids to daycare from age 1, way too young I think. I'm some sort of misfit when I say I'm a housewife, the swedish word for it in fact is hardly ever used (I was given a questionnaire to fill in by the Health visitor and I couldn't find a box to tick which showed my 'occupation'!) In the end the questionnaire went in the bin.. anyway!
3:15 PM, January 14, 2007

Unshelled said...

Hi, meant to do that earlier ...

I love how you really get straight down to it and as they say call 'a spade a spade'......

Bws
Michelle
4:44 PM, January 14, 2007


Gill said...

Thanks all. I see even Melanie Phillips kind of agrees with me, which is slightly worrying TBH!

Yes, it's a hard cycle to break, but well worth the effort I think.
11:27 AM, January 15, 2007

Re-post: Space-clearing ceremony - Jan 05

From Wednesday, January 05, 2005

More Epiphany/Chanuka thoughts and a space-clearing ceremony

I sometimes like to think of my house as a kind of mini-temple, just for us - just meaning that it's our sacred space, really. I've done space-clearing ceremonies here, mainly just after we moved in, and a consecration rite. Part of the process involved candles and incense - very similar to the American Indian's smudging. In fact, smudge sticks work really well. They're specially made for the purpose. Nag Champa (Nitiraj) incense is perfect for it too.

But I'm explaining this in quite a back-to-front way. I probably should set out the process we followed, so that I'm not just telling half a story:

We thoroughly cleaned the house - this way just after we bought it - removed all the carpets, the wallpaper and the fitted furniture (just because we didn't like any of it) and painted the walls white. Then we went into each room and, using our hands, we 'clapped out the energy'. This involves just basically clapping around the walls, everywhere you can reach, and especially into the corners where the air is thick. When you first start to clap in a corner, the sound is quite muffled, then as you keep clapping you can hear the noise getting clearer. Basically, you're using sound to break-up the heavy energy. It's quite hard work, and it takes a long time.

When this is finished, the space is quite raw. Then you need to go around again with a lit smudge-stick or some burning Nag Champa (Nitiraj) to further purify the space. The smoke and scent produced by these two is very cleansing. You could make your own smudge stick as an alternative to buying one, using cleansing herbs like rosemary, lavender, or whatever else you like. You need to make sure you have good, healthy thoughts in your mind when both making and using smudge sticks because your thoughts will be imprinted into the area when it's so raw and 'open'.

Next, take a small bell, preferably one that makes a good, clear sound. Starting at the front door, set it ringing by moving it in a circular motion so that the clapper moves round and round the inside of the bell. It's important to keep it ringing like this while you do the whole circuit of the house again, through every room, around the walls and in the corners. The noise of the bell is sealing the energy - so you opened it by clapping, purified it with the smoke and now you're sealing it with the bell. Again, focus on good thoughts for your space while you're doing it.

Now the house is cleansed, to consecrate it you need a bowl of sea salt and a bowl of water. Point the fingers of your left hand into the salt and your right hand into the water. Now, you can say what you want the space to be used and 'charge' the salt and water. If you're religious you can use prayers at this point. If you know how to do energy work, draw either earth or cosmic energy (or both, depending on how you work) into your belly by breathing in, then breathe out and visualise it moving down the arms, through the fingers and into the salt and water. If you know about directional energy you can use that at this point too.

Go around the house again, sprinkling some of the water in every room. Salt is used for protection, so this needs to be sprinkled across or around the boundary of your property. As you're sprinkling the water, you can say something to consecrate each room, or - this is where children like to get involved - each person can sprinkle the water for their room say their own words to consecrate it. It can be just something simple, like: "This room is happy, peaceful, safe and relaxing," but use definite, present-tense words, like "This room is.." rather than future terms like "This room will be.." or indefinite terms like "I want this room to be..." If you're consecrating a room for someone else, you can use the person's name in what you're saying to make it a very personal space for them, but wherever possible it's important to check that they're happy with what you're saying. The general, family-use rooms can be consecrated for their purpose - the kitchen to provide nourishment at the heart of the family, the dining-room for healthy digestion and good conversation, the entrance to be welcoming, the sitting room to be relaxing and peaceful - whatever you want for your house.

Finally, to 'set' the process, light a small candle for every room, on a saucer, surrounded by beautiful things like maybe flowers, petals, favourite little ornaments, a religious symbol if you're religious. Children often enjoy making their own candle-saucers for their own rooms, with items of their choosing - whatever makes them happy. Set the candle in the middle of each room and when you light each one, focus your thoughts on the new flame and again, think positive specific thoughts for the room or say the phrase you used while sprinkling the water. Again, children can light their own candles. It's nice to stay in the room while the candle burns out if you can, maybe playing some favourite music and/or doing a favourite occupation - something that befits the words, thoughts and intentions you've used in the ceremony. If you've got a lot of rooms, use very small candles if you're planning to stay with them all until they've burned down! Or you could just light bigger ones and move around the house or have all the doors open. Whatever you feel is the most practical way to 'set' the energy of the room with the candles.

To finish off, you need to give thanks. Who or what to is up to you. Your God/Goddess, your house, the spirit or love of your family - whatever you're grateful to or for.

I only did the full ceremony once here. If you do it too often, the place can become too unsettled and raw-feeling. But it's great for clearing negative energy generated by too many arguments, or just for shifting the previous occupier's imprint from a house. I've done mini versions of it since, maybe after an argument or when we've changed the use of a room or felt in need of extra protection. I have to say that we've never been burgled - except for the garage, and I didn't include that in the ceremony because it's quite separate from the house and I didn't think to. Also, people don't tend to come to the house unless we want them to. I don't know whether this is as a result of the ceremony, but we do feel very safe here.

Also, regarding colour, it was good to paint every room white initially - it's like creating a blank page. But then as I've redecorated the house has gradually become far more colourful. I used the Feng Shui Pa Kua initially, for both colour and placement of things, but in more recent years I've got more relaxed and intuitive about this. The kitchen (West and Northwest) is now green with a red floor, the dining room (South and Southwest) is pink with a green floor, the cloakroom, hall and stairs (Southeast and centre) are bright red with gold spirals (that was fun!) and a red carpet, because they run through the centre of the house and I wanted some heat there. My room is 'marine' blue for contemplation, but I think I'll re-do that one soon. It's Northwest-facing so water colours fit but sometimes I think it's a bit too watery in there.

Anyway, this blog entry came about because I was thinking last night about Chanuka and Epiphany (both today), the one meaning to re-dedicate the temple, to cleanse it with fire and the other meaning a manifestation of God, and/or commemorating the visit and gift-giving of the Magi and I thought: this would be the perfect day to do a space-clearing/consecration ceremony. When we do these things at appropriate times they're even more powerful, maybe because lots of people on the planet are doing/thinking something similar. This kind of joint focus is incredibly effective. Also I think there would have been reasons, to do with the movement of the planet and it's position, the cycle of nature and probably other factors, for the siting of these dates. As I said yesterday, it's the best time of year for land-clearing, before the new growth begins - and house (or temple)-clearing the same.

Frankincense and myrrh would actually be perfect for use in the ceremony. I'd use the myrrh in the smudge stick because of it's cleansing properties and the frankincense at the end, with the candle-burning, to set the ritual, because of it's spiritually inspiring effects. You could even use some gold coins in your candle setting, especially in the South-eastern area, if you wanted to attract some wealth into your house! The visiting Magi didn't select their gifts at random, did they? These were the three most valuable physical elements of the ancient world. Gold actually has powerful mineral properties. I've heard of people using it as a herbal medicine, but I don't know enough about it to tell you in more detail. I might research it though, because it's very interesting. Aurum met is of course a homoeopathic remedy, made from potentised gold. My Materia Medica (Kent) tells me it's for use in people who loathe life, are weary of it, want to die and seek methods of committing suicide. Hmm. Handy stuff, then!

Nowadays our lives are often so disconnected from the planet's rhythms I often think that's why many people get depressed or feel unfulfilled. I've certainly been a lot happier and more content since I've started thinking about these things.


posted by Gill at 8:53 AM 4 comments

Re-post: Ownership of space - Jan 05

From Thursday, January 06, 2005

A whole bucketful of rain has come through my roof now since this morning, which is going some. The ceiling looks OK; it's not bulging or anything, the water is just pouring straight through the flat roof where the plasterboards once met. It's not getting any better but I don't think it will collapse. I hope it doesn't: there are about 2000 books underneath for it to land on if it does. Hey, it's an indoor water feature. I always wanted one. (Be careful what you ask for..)

So the other issue that I think about a lot, as well as how to get things done, is ownership of space, because it seems to me that this is a vital aspect of harmonious living. I'd like to extend a tenuous theory: that it's impossible for more than one person to share ownership of the same space. (I mean ownership in the sense of being in control of the space, as opposed to financial or legal ownership. If you feel confident of being able to move things such as furniture around in a room without feeling uncomfortable or being challenged by someone else, then I'd say you own that space in the way I'm talking about now.) If more than one person tries to share ownership of the same space, they'll always argue over it until one of them gives way and retires to the proverbial potting shed.

The woman of the house, if she's striving for domestic perfection, like Bree in Desperate Housewives, is in danger of inadvertently depriving her family of personal space to control, and I think that having personal space to control is an essential element of happiness and good mental health.

It's difficult for us mums, because babies are born not needing their own space and older children can often be very messy and untidy while they learn how to deal with their stuff. Teenagers and other adults can be even worse than that and it's harder for us to tolerate because we expect more from them. We women quite often feel responsible for the state of the whole house. The buck stops with us. Society judges us on the state of our home - all of it - and if it doesn't then we feel it does anyway and so the end result's the same.

What can we do? If we don't clean and tidy all of the house, we're at risk of being thought negligent or slovenly and if we do clean and tidy everywhere we're depriving our loved ones of their essential need to be in control of their personal space. And shouting or nagging at someone to tidy their space counts as taking control for it too. If we're imposing our standards on someone else's space we're not allowing them to be in control of it.

Letting go of space to my children has been a gradual process for me as they've grown up. Lyddie shares my room, and it's interesting to see that it's fast becoming her room. She has all of her toys in there , a little table and chairs, she decides whether to have the TV on and what to watch, turns lamps on and off as she likes and so on. If we're both in there (this happened earlier today) and someone knocks at the door she's the one to call "Come in!" - because it's becoming her space. I'm relegated to the more public areas of the dining room and kitchen in the daytime now. But in the evening when she's tired she reverts to babyhood and I move in and reclaim the space. The toys get put away, something more grown-up goes on the TV, the curtains are closed. Of course, we don't spend all of our time apart all day, she's often in here with me or I'm in there with her, but it's on sort of a visiting basis. So far, it works well for us. I'll know when she's ready to have her own room completely separate from mine.

The older children are now pretty much in charge of their space. As I say, it's been a progression. When they were a lot younger I would go in and tidy up, but I'd try to do it while they were around and ask "Where shall I put this?" so that they got an idea about tidying up. If someone's room ever got really bad (which they often did on a 6-monthly basis) I'd ask whether they'd like me to blitz it for them, because it really is too big a job to completely blitz a room for anyone other than a healthy, mature adult. (I use the terms healthy and mature wisely. I've known quite a few adults who weren't either sufficiently healthy or mature enough to be able to successfully blitz a really trashed room.) Anyway, sometimes the child would tell me they didn't want their room blitzing, so I'd tell them to just let me know if they changed their minds, which they invariably did after a week or so to think about it.

Now, the boys are pretty good at managing their space. I ask them if they want chambermaid service sometimes, when I realise I haven't washed any of their laundry for a few days or I'm short of coffee mugs and if they say no I respect that and maybe just ask for the cups or whatever back. I'd still blitz their rooms for them if they asked me. Ali had his done a couple of months ago. Tom doesn't want his done at all. Zara's room is an absolute tip right now and I'm quite keen to get in there and do it but she says she's happy to keep it that way for now, so I have to accept that.

Ownership of space means you do all the jobs in the space, so as the only adult in the house I've always chosen to take charge of cleaning the communal rooms like the bathroom, kitchen etc. Also my philosophy of not controlling people means that if I think something needs doing, I have to either get on and do it or change my mind and be happy to leave it undone. So the washing-up is my job, for example, because I'm the only one who ever thinks it needs doing. I'm happy to do this because accepting that it's my job makes me feel good. Imagining it's someone else's job and they should do it how and when I think they should do it makes me feel resentful, angry and bad. This is quite easy when it's only my beloved offprings' dishes I'm washing. I think it would be more of a problem if another adult was involved.

Sometimes I wonder how other people manage to share space and tasks. Maybe there are people in families, partnerships, teams and groups for whom this just isn't a problem. I wouldn't be surprised if this kind of thinking is just my own idiosyncrasy.

Still raining. Getting dark. What a day. Roll on Summer.