New Roots

Good morning! I hope life is treating you well. Here we are deep in the heart of spring, and we’re having a fine old time at Nixiemade Towers. Here’s what’s been happening…

I’ve joined One Year No Beer and I’m happy to say it’s been very easy to swap out the evening wine habit. My only moment of temptation came during a particularly stinky migraine on Monday, which was probably caused by a very long gap between meals. I slept, I ate an inadvisable amount of crisps and I took myself for a walk to admire what the woods and fields had to offer. There is nothing like clean air and birdsong to lift the spirits.

We have sunflowers and courgettes on the way, a blowsy hanging basket and a senetti to greet us at the front door, and a new brigade of bedding plants admirably doing their thing. I’d not been a big flower grower in the past. I’m converted.

I found a big pile of cuttings that someone had left in the pocket park and took home some goat willow. They’ve taken, and they’re flowering! Even a stray sprig of basil has enthusiastically taken root. This world is full of little wonders.

And so to another sea change. We have a wedding to plan, it is true, and in the meantime I’m pursuing an unexpected diversion in career. It’s a little like rolling down a hill very fast….I can’t change the speed of travel but I can sure as hell do something about the direction I’m going in. Another germination is taking place….new roots. Exciting times. And time is what it’s all about, in the end – doing what is right for you, even if it’s difficult, while we have the time.

Have a wonderful day, and make it yours.

Sunrise and Snowdrops

Good morning! How are you doing today?

I’ve been a bit quiet on the blogging front, but I knew it would be a busy time ahead, in our promising new abode.  My aunt said she thought we’d be all settled in by now…what were we still doing? Well, I told her, there was no bathroom light fitting, two of the sockets were burned out/cracked, four more had broken corners. The oven was full of old dribbles and matted dog fur, the previous owner had taken the shower with her. The top of the cupboards were coated in black gunk, as was the floor beneath them. The grout was filthy. The dog flap was broken so we needed a new back door panel, the bolts on the back gate didn’t work. Chunks were missing out of the plaster on several walls, the pointing above the porch is failing, some roof tiles need replacing, the gutters are blocked, one gutter leaks, the cover for the air outlet for the tumble drier was missing. The drain in the garden is broken and full of soil. The toilets didn’t flush properly, the lights in the kitchen and dining room didn’t work, and the electrical supply for the oven had to be repaired. There was a leak under the kitchen sink. One of the upstairs doors will not open without a good deal of persuasion when shut, as I discovered to my hilarious cost. The mechanisms of most of the door handles are missing. The garage door is broken. There were two conifers growing against the lounge window. The garden fence was missing panels. The paint on the ceilings is peeling. The bottom of the drive/road was so choked with leaves we didn’t initially even know there were foul water and meter covers there. The blind in one of the bedrooms fell off the wall the first time it was used. The airing cupboard door doesn’t open properly. Shall I go on? Probably not. And that’s before we’d painted the walls four times, put up shelves, hung any curtains, built any furniture, or done the usual things that people do, like go to work.

Still, it’s coming. The holy trinity of a dishwasher, a good oven and a bigger kitchen have opened up a whole new culinary adventure, we’re enjoying our newfound peace and privacy, and we adore the location. Woodpigeons sit in the trees opposite the house and serenade us with their gentle calls. Their latin name is columba palumbus (isn’t that wonderful?), but we mostly call them The Fat Chickens. They are occasionally joined by a red kite. There are quite often a few squirrels bouncing around in the branches too, and it turns out they’re especially entertaining when they’ve found a piece of fruitcake.

Some days I take a walk before work and it completely changes the way I slide into the day. Fresh air and seeing the sun come up with the animals and birds is such a joy. I saw a bullfinch for the first time, what a stunner. After twenty years in a town, this new life is heaven. Wanna see? Okay.

We’re right on the edge of the countryside…
I’m pretty sure there used to be a big ol’ oak tree there…
Yup. There she is.
Out of the murk comes the sun…and I’ve discovered a dry track to follow. Hoorah!
How can you not be glad to see a new day, fresh and full of possibility?
On the homeward path I discovered clumps of blooming snowdrops. Glorious.

I can’t wait to see what new life spring and summer will bring us. I’ll share my discoveries as they emerge. Watch this space 🙂

Just ridiculous.

Good morning reader, I hope you’re fit and well on a crisp and frosty English day here at Nixiemade Mansions. I say mansion…because finally, eventually, after a year of long hard fight, we’ve moved! Whoohoo!

Nixiemade has taken a back seat this year while we wrestled with lenders, solicitors, estate agents, endless hours on Rightmove and mounds of paperwork. After giving and taking lots of viewings we lost a property, we lost our buyer, we found a property, we found a buyer, I ate a lot of Solicitor Chips, we packed for months on end. Just ridiculous. But we did it.

And now we’re in. I won’t say the work is over – the lady we bought the house from didn’t like cleaning, and there is much that needs attention, but we can see the light at the end of the tunnel in our slightly unloved four walls, with so much potential, so we’re happy. We’ve swapped town traffic for trees, background noise for birds, hustle and bustle for tranquility. I’d like the last box unpacked before Christmas. We can do this.

So I may drop in with news from time to time, and who knows, maybe there’ll be a little more in the new year with some Actual Making (remember that?). I’ll leave you with a quote from Seth Godin which kept me afloat when things got choppy.

“A woodpecker can tap twenty times on a thousand trees and get nowhere, but stay busy. Or he can tap twenty-thousand times on one tree and get dinner.”

ps. One of the companies we notified of our move will only send a change of address form to the old address. Is it just me?

 

A Buddhist breakdown

Hello again! How are you doing? I hope the world is treating you well on this glorious summer evening.

Life on our square patch is lively at the moment, in a hurry-up-and-wait sorta way. We’re still a bit up in the air with house sale/purchase shenanigans. We’ve had a bit of a plot twist when our seller pulled out…but it’ll all work out fine. Visualise, visualise, visualise. We’ll be in a better place before long, in every sense.

Today I’m going to share a story from a few weeks ago. I was privileged to attend a few days’ sessions by Gen Kelsang Dornying, a Buddhist monk living in Australia who travels and teaches. It was a really profound and humbling time for me and turned a lot of my preconceptions about my mind around. Turned my head on its head, you might say…

After the final teaching had finished, I drove home along a fast-moving busy dual carriageway. My car began to lose power intermittently. Odd, I thought, it hasn’t done that before. Then it lost power completely. A lay-by was in sight and I prayed I’d be able to coast that far. Please, please, just a little further. My little car just made it. Firstly, I was safely off the main carriageway. Secondly, it was much less obvious once I was parked that I was a lone woman with an engine issue. Grateful.

I don’t mind admitting that I would normally expect to have a bit of a wobble about now. I don’t know a lot about cars. My fiance’s car was in the garage so I couldn’t call him out. I could phone the breakdown people and sit for an indeterminate amount of time in the hot sun waiting, hoping nobody ill-intentioned approached me. What did I do? I breathed. I sat and I breathed and I summoned the same feeling I’d had in the meditations and teachings. I opened my eyes, I noticed that the temperature gauge was in the red. I looked in my coolant reservoir (empty). I read the manual, mixed some water and coolant, waited for the engine to cool, filled it up, and…I got home absolutely fine. Not only that, because I was taking my time to avoid overheating, I let three people onto the dual carriageway and told a guy in town that his petrol cap was undone, so my trip basically consisted of people thanking me. I walking into the house giggling.

So what they say is true. A difficulty doesn’t have a problem; just remember to breathe…slow down to avoid overheating. You might even make someone happy along the way.

(It turns out my car had a hole in the hose, by the way. We’re all good now.)

 

Sold

 

Well, hello on a rather damp English afternoon. I’ve been very quiet on the blog front, with all that has been going on…the largest part of which is our impending house move. Last year our long term plans were brought into view with alarming and miraculous speed, and as always, once you set upon a path the universe cannot help but help. So here we are, the house prepped and preened, car accident notwithstanding, and we’veto some lovely people. The right people; because instinct, and karma, right? House selling takes a lot of energy. But we’re getting there, it’s like a roller coaster. Slow, slow, slow, pause….wild rush of activity. Repeat.

Right now we’re waiting, waiting, waiting. You can’t push the river, so while we wait we practice tai chi (it’s World Tai Chi Day tomorrow, so if you’ve always wanted to have a go, look up your local event) and aikido, and swim and larp and read and work and listen to Ted Talks and spend time with our friends and of course…Make Stuff. I’m keen to complete as many UFOs (UnFinished Objects) as possible instead of boxing them. New house, new fabric, right 🙂

I finally completed the XL corset. Hoorah.

 

 

Next up…

The embroidered book bags.

The long-sleeved experiment.

The short-sleeved experiment.

The toy mouse.

There’s another half dozen UFOs on the horizon, but it’s cathartic ticking them off the list. Softly, slowly, we will get where we want to be.

And my favourite quote from Samuel Johnson right now, as I am being trained by time to be gentle and patient?

“All severity that does not tend to increase good, or prevent evil, is idle.”

Tranquility be yours.

Until next time!

 

Spring Rain

Spring Rain

I thought I had forgotten,
But it all came back again
To-night with the first spring thunder
In a rush of rain.

I remembered a darkened doorway
Where we stood while the storm swept by,
Thunder gripping the earth
And lightning scrawled on the sky.

The passing motor busses swayed,
For the street was a river of rain,
Lashed into little golden waves
In the lamp light’s stain.

With the wild spring rain and thunder
My heart was wild and gay;
Your eyes said more to me that night
Than your lips would ever say. . . .

I thought I had forgotten,
But it all came back again
To-night with the first spring thunder
In a rush of rain.

Sara Teasdale

Lessons I’ve Learned This Year

I can’t change what is in other people’s heads. I can, however, do quite a lot about what is in mine.

Do not place your expectations on others: to be trustworthy, or to trust you; to be gracious, understanding, tolerant, fair or open-minded. Sometimes, they’re just not.

When people are losing face or favour, they’ll throw anything they can at you. Let them. Grownups don’t make themselves look good by trying to make other people look bad.

Calmness is a superpower.

Hold your centre, keep your balance, listen to your inner voice. Don’t betray yourself. No exceptions.

Do not be a rescuer.

The wheel keeps turning. Sometimes you’re face down in the mud, sometimes you’re bathing in sunlight. Let it turn.

Breathe.

Love is stronger than fear, pain, anger, resentment and despair. Friendship will lift you to the surface when you’ve lost the will to kick. There is nothing more precious than a good heart that believes in you, and a warm hug.

Do not underestimate the power of visualisation.

Never. Lose. Hope.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Intuitive Way, and a whole lot of camping.

Well, hello! It’s been a while. I’ve taken a break from blogging – not intentionally, it’s been a strange, busy and wonderful summer, and I’ve been immersed in life. I’ve also been trying, amid the busyness, to do a little stock-taking, with the guiding hand of The Intuitive Way.

 

When I stayed at a friend’s house, I pulled it off the bookshelf for a read at bedtime. I’ve since bought three copies. I know several people who will like it…it’s thought provoking, life affirming, comforting, inspiring. Give it a try (also, dipping into your friends’ book collections).

 

So what’s been going on?

 

We camped in Shropshire. My it was a beautiful place…we had gales of laughter…we had buckets of rain…we had archery competitions and evenings around a fire pit and a blow up tent that didn’t blow up…we had a split pipe on the car…we toured Shrewsbury Prison (well worth a visit)…we admired stunning Ironbridge and learned how weak our grasp of Roman numerals is.

 

We larped. We made coats and vambraces and leg wraps and bags and cloaks and we fought undead and performed magic rituals, and ate and drank and ran around the woods in the dark, and sang songs and laughed and cried and made new friends. We went on a treasure hunt. We got muddy. We got tired. We got memories.

 

We got engaged. Whooooooohoooooooo! I didn’t take down the many congratulations cards until they got dusty…it was just so nice having them around! We’ve been given enough bubbly to launch a fleet of ships. We received hundreds of messages of love and goodwill. It’s just been amazing and wonderful and we didn’t expect it…we are so, so grateful for our friends. (Added bonus: We made limoncello and nojito for our party, which gave us a bagful of frozen lime zest to make lime cake. Yum.)

We had a day out at Rushden Lakes for a family birthday, and lunch in the lovely garden of The Wind Hover in Chapel Brampton. While my tribe were inside, I had a few minutes of pure rest in the sunshine, watching the clouds, the happy dogs and the leaves dancing in the trees. It was then that I noticed one of these signs on the adjacent corner:

 

 

 

Yes. Just that. Remember To Do That…the roller coaster of life will do its thing regardless, whether you hang on for grim death or wave your hands in the air. Give Way. Let Go. It will be okay. (I’ve been listening to Thich Naht Hahn a lot lately.)

 
We were given a day out at Wicksteed Park as a thank you for our voluntary work, and we had The Best Time with thirteen adult sized children. It’s a long time since I rode a log flume and I’ve never ever played laser quest or driven a go kart before, it was brilliant. I loved the Paratrooper. There is a point where you are going neither up nor down, and you feel completely weightless. As for the Snakes and Ladders slide…well, we couldn’t tear the grownups away from it.
 
And in between? We’ve adulted. Car insurance, MOTs, gutting the bathroom, budgeting. Laundry, dishes, this stuff doesn’t go away, so you might as well Zen it, right?
I hope you’ve had a good summer, and are enjoying the arrival of autumn and the changing colours of the goddess’s cloak. I leave you with this thought:

“Let us decide on the route that we wish to take to pass our life, and attempt to sow that route with flowers.”  Madame du Chatelet

ps. A wonderfully talented local artist is holding a fantastic exhibition of her work, if you like art and animals and find yourself in Northamptonshire I recommend you take a look. Just glorious.
 

Little larp make: Noughts and crosses game

Happy Saturday! It’s been super-busy around here lately so I’ve been a bit slow with posting. I’ll catch up…

I’ve been toying with the idea of old-looking games for a while now; they’re brilliant for live role play. We went to the Museum of Childhood in Bethnal Green and had such a good time. So much fun! There’s a lot of inspiration there too, I recommend it. It got me thinking.

We have quite a few branches stashed in our garden for slicing into rune pieces and game pieces, so I burned some and whipped up a lined bag with the game embroidered on the front.

 

Noughts and Crosses embroidered larp game

 

It works a treat, and there’s room in the bag for a deck of cards and snack too. I’ve had a few requests for Nine Men’s Morris, I’ll have to make one so I can learn how to play 🙂

Enjoy your weekend! Walk in peace.