The Matriarch Sees
You think that sticking those scribbles with magnets onto your fridge shows your child how proud you are of their Picasso-like inclinations. It doesn’t.
They don’t care about it, because their pleasure was in the doing. As we cling or worse, frame our favourite documentation of our children’s achievements so we teach them that the outcome is more important than the journey. The result is more important than the effort expended, the pleasure experienced and the time sacrificed.
I believed only in numbers and corporate governance and worshipped the great God MS Excel. If you could dream it, I could model it. Yoga was the lowest form of exercise, and exercise, well never took place at all, apart from if I was gaming on the Wii Fit.
And when your small child reaches in his nappy to explore his own excrement and wipe it on the sofa, well bleach is really only thing for it.
I’m a fan of being deliberate. Conscious. And yet whilst it is important to take a stand on the principle of infantilizing women, I really didn’t want to have to grow my pubic hair to actively take a stand.
Many grass fields on our island are cut manually with scythes. We’re not Amish. It’s a question of cost-benefit. The fields simply aren’t profitable enough to necessitate the purchase of a combine harvester. Likewise, the haystacks are hand made and the whole community mucks in.
In my old life I was constantly distracted. My preoccupation with consumption, money to live and struggle to achieve in my career despite the recession. The battle to live in our beautiful city and sustain our way of life blocked my ability to be open.
As she paused for breath I felt my unborn baby move in my belly and my eyes, filled with tears. The image of calves so young that they still had their umbilical cords and the horror of calves being taken away from their mothers was too painful to think about.
As she climbed naked down the ladder, she said ‘Watch for the light from the microorganisms ‘ And as she threw herself into the water her lit up ghostly self followed her as microscopic bioluminescent creatures emitted flashes of light as a fear response to the movement of the water. It was amazing. Nudity and magic.
Naturally few companies wanted to employ me. Two hours of work at 3am after breastfeeding and 3 hours of work during my newborn baby’s afternoon nap, wasn’t what they wanted, but was only what I could offer.
Richmond in the outskirts of London is a simply beautiful town. It nestles on the bank of the Thames with a the biggest park in Europe containing deer, nature walks and the most breathtaking view from Pembroke Lodge (throw in a few scones with jam and cream from their coffee shop and you’d make even the Gods on Mount Olympus jealous). We … Read More