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Monthly Archives: July 2009
Letting go of the last strands
It’s an old martial arts exercise. You stand face to face, each on your right leg, each holding up the left hand. Each tries to push the other over. The lesson is simple. The second you stiffen and resist is … Continue reading
Posted in awareness, relationships, Uncategorized
Tagged meditation, misunderstanding, psychology, relationships
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Winter veggie garden
I got surprised today by a large head of broccoli. Not every day you can say that (Note Kolya looking intently at the mud in the spinach bed. Five minutes later he was covered in the stuff.) Turnips and cabbages … Continue reading
Daring Bakers: Stickiest of the sticky
Sweetie pies. The sticky stuff of childhood: a vanilla marshmallow heaped on top of a digestive biscuit, and enrobed in chocolate. When I was a kid, I remember them as huge things, the size of a baby’s fist. Just thinking … Continue reading
Posted in baking, Uncategorized
Tagged baking, chocolate, Daring Bakers, marshmallow cookies, masochism, whipping
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Piece of the moon
My favourite magazine – well, currently the only one I subscribe to, anyway – is New Scientist. It doesn’t have long articles instructing you on how to get your tummy flatter, your make-up more airbrushed or your sex exploits more … Continue reading
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Two new videos
I needed a break from book editing. So I stayed up til 2am doing video editing. The first one is on YouTube and you can find it here: The second one didn’t seem to want to embed in WordPress, and … Continue reading
Two tastes
Kindness by Naomi Shahib Nye (from The Words Under the Words: Selected Poems) Before you know what kindness really is you must lose things, feel the future dissolve in a moment like salt in a weakened broth. What you held … Continue reading
Posted in family and friends, inspiring words and images
Tagged gluhwein, kindness, naomi shahib nye, personal, poetry
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The heartaching terribleness of being nearly 14
A clear midwinter’s evening, a church hall somewhere in the suburbs. Forty or fifty 7 to 14-year-olds sit in a circle on the floor. A piece of masking tape on the wooden floor marks the start of the audience, a … Continue reading
Busy elsewhere
Love and hugs to everyone who’s checked in here lately and found not much happening. Truth is, there’s not much happening, and there’s tons happening. Taking a break from blogging for July, I think; too much else on the go. … Continue reading
Same way, new way
I’ve been procrastinating about it for ages. Not that I don’t get in the water – I do. Each time, kicking inwardly against the numbers. One length, ten lengths, forty lengths, sixty. Every time, the same sense of not-reaching-it; you … Continue reading