The Evolution of Bealtaine Cottage…a Fifteen Year Odyssey

I shall begin with Bealtaine Cottage… The plan in the beginning was to create a garden with hundreds of trees interspersed with paths that would become a symbol of regeneration and hope in a landscape that represented one of the poorest and therefore cheapest places to create. North-facing, thin, poor soil- my first book, ‘A Cottage and Three Acres,’ details the story well. (And, by the way, the tunnel is fifteen years old with the original plastic covering…nothing special, 6mm and middle price range in case you are interested!) The plan evolved into a full Permaculture design in the first…

My Best Ideas…

…flit into my head as I walk the woodland sanctuary, for it is here that I feel able to simply be, unaware of even myself! I imagine this is the same for most people, for it is in this state of unawareness that the creative mind begins to flow evenly, unstoppable. It was in walking among the trees yesterday that thoughts began to emerge about writing and where it all began for me in earnest. It was of course here at Bealtaine Cottage where I found “a room of ones own,” as Virginia Woolf referred to the creative space. However…

Day 52 of WFPB Lifestyle

It’s almost two months since the end of my 100 day juice fast. For all of my life before I have dieted, lost weight and then, in the space of a month or two, put it all back on again! I’m sure that if you have ever suffered with weight issues, you completely get what I’m talking about here! This time, after losing a massive amount of weight over the course of 100 days, something amazing has happened…I have not gained a single pound back over the past 52 days of eating! Not only that, but, I have continued to…

Awaken

From a little cutting you have dug your roots deep down into Mother Earth and she has sustained you as your tendrils reached out and climbed ever upward toward the sun. My heart skipped a beat when I saw your first fruits as they formed their first tiny bunch. Your vine has woven magic around the door to my cottage. The tiny Sedums that played dead for so long have flowered in the rain and sun. Vibrant greens cast their spell of Midsummer towards Lughnasadh and the promise of richer colours to come.       Flowers appear and seeds…

The Arrogance of Certainty

Thirteen years ago I made a decision to follow my heart and return to Ireland, with a mighty quest. I wanted to prove the cynics and naysayers wrong. I believed it was possible and doable to repair Mother Earth…at least a small part of her, whatever little piece I could afford to buy. Now, thirteen years is a short time in the scheme of things and those who have looked at the before pictures are as amazed as I am at the speed, health and abundance of her recovery! It is important to state here, for the record, that most…

Goddess Permaculture…Here It Is!

This is a morning in early winter, at Bealtaine Cottage in the west of Ireland. On this Sunday, the twentieth day of November, I awoke to frost, clear skies and that bitter cold signalling immersion in Winter. Bealtaine Cottage didn’t always look like this…you can see how it once looked at the bottom of this page… Twelve years ago it looked quite different. The monoculture of meat production had brought the land low. Mother Earth was slowly dying. The air was silent. This morning you can see for yourself the beauty brought back to the land through Goddess Permaculture. What…

Great Mother Rising…Ignoring the Tyranny!

I made a video today. I had every intention of talking on several issues, but found myself almost mute as I walked the woodland. A strange kind of afternoon, for there seemed to be little birdsong too. Silence appeared to be universal. This often happens after Samhain…though I know not why. For my part I’m inclined to go with the flow and whatever the Cosmos is channelling. There appears to be a ramp-up to conflict towards war happening in the world of Man…deliberate and dark. It grieves me. The elements of abusive and hate-filled Patriarchy, that has fuelled fear, horror…

Times of Insanity…Seeking Reality

I rarely dip into the outside world in terms of mainstream media, for it unnerves me! I keep myself occupied in the world as I know it…the one where I weave wreathes from Willow and Dogwood… The one where cruelty and chaos are not allowed entry! You’ll understand my terror, for that’s why you’re here…to touch base with reality! Yes, this is reality…as it was meant to be and in the world most inhabit, is not! I have always chosen this reality, both as a child living in poverty and as a mother creating sanctuary for her children in London….

It Still Takes My Breath Away!

Each morning I arise and embark on a series of rituals, that culminate with a hot cup of tea in one hand, my camera in the other and faithful Jack by my side. It is then that I step out… This has been my ritual, though not always with Jack, for the past twelve years. And so it continues… What has manifested here on this little piece of sacred Earth still takes my breath away! I touch base with it as many times a day as I can! I take thousands of photographs every year, for the sheer beauty of…