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Lately, Sundays have become the day I please myself, to sit and sew, to experiment and create. It’s like a ‘free’ day, but it’s also a quietly productive day. While I work without pressure, my brain naturally journeys in reflection not only of events through time, but also neglected business I can now put my energy into. It’s certainly not a day of rest. It’s more of a day for refilling my ‘Awen’. I’ve wondered why it’s been so important to me to protect this time, and why I’m more able, on this day, to say ‘no’ to other demands....

  Did you know... For every single person in UK, we throw away the equivalent of 20 t-shirts every single year. UK fashion industry accounts for a yearly carbon footprint of 26.2 million tonnes. Of the clothing we give to charity shops, 1.7million tonnes are sent to African and Asian countries annually. Much of it is not used, but added to landfill. Only 32% of what we give to charity, makes it onto UK clothes racks.   Firstly, buy fewer clothes... Cut environmental impact. Cut climate pollution and resources. Cut landfill. Extend the life of clothes you already have. Repair....

Here's a lovely little blog. No heart wrenching information of suffering and pain, just fun and kindness. So... How to Make a Tea Bag (you know you've always wanted to!) All this stuff about hidden plastics in certain tea bags kinda got to me. Why's it there? Can we not cope with an occasional split tea bag? Has our lives got so privileged and protected, that we fret over such first world problems? Or is it a selling gizmo, that someone's getting rich on? Ahem! Hold on....this blog ISN'T about suffering and pain, eh? Start again... I want to hoard...

Let’s thank the Goddess we’re into the time of new beginnings, and a freshening of our intent. We could do with embracing the positivity and courage a snowdrop finds to push through our winter’s frozen earth. Looking perfect in its cloak of gleaming white, and laced with the prettiest of frills, it seems pure and virginal. But behind that delicate demeanor, the snowdrop has a force we’d all like to harness. Picking it, so it may sit in a posy vase to pretty our homes, unwittingly cuts the bloom from the power source, the nectar, we wished to harness.  ...

Lilias Adie lived in the Scottish coastal village of Torryburn, Fife. She was around sixty years old when she died in 1704. She was a villager. Little is known about her life. Sixty was quite an age, and she was probably widowed. Her bones suggest she was of tall stature, and she had strong teeth, but records state she was frail and had failing eyesight. The writings of her last days describe the determination of an intelligent and strong woman. I wonder if she had daughters and granddaughters who may have died with her. She won’t have worn bloomers in...