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Face your fears to feel free

I’m trying to live a life that feels free. I recognise that we are only really imprisoned by our fear and so to feel free I have to work on being fearless. So I have to work out what I’m afraid of and then systematically put myself in situations that allow me to face the fear.

I am afraid of small spaces with little oxygen underground, I’ve always said I’d never go pot-holing, and yet this week I crawled into the side of a mountain in Morocco and scrambled, squeezed, climbed and slid into the belly of the hill.fbb1783aa839f887d2669db57f15cc55 Continue reading “Face your fears to feel free”

Poetry please

I’ve started writing poetry quite a lot recently. I’ve tried to work on my other writing projects but it keeps coming out in rhyme. Some friends came to Morocco for a visit and it turned out they all write too. We shared a little, I enjoyed letting other people hear things I’d only really written for myself. Often I feel like the poems just form themselves in my head when I’m out for a walk or driving to work. I’m not even going to pretend that I think that it’s ‘me’ writing this stuff,  all I have to do is tinker with the words until it seems to flow.poem for the morn Continue reading “Poetry please”

Rice, rice baby.

rice salad 1I really love brown rice; short grain, cooked a little too long so it goes a bit claggy. I was once told by an Ayurvedic doctor that I should eat rice for bliss and I realised that she was not wrong at all: put me in a room with a rice pudding and a spoon and I’m not coming out until it’s done. Also ‘Special Rice’ is my favourite comfort dish. it’s basically rice with loads of stuff in it. Remember rice salad that used to get served at buffets in the 80s? Like that but with more than just frozen peas and tinned sweetcorn. When I was working in the veggie cafe in Crete, I had special rice on the menu, sometimes just a simple salad dressing, a handful of chopped herbs and a few jewels of pomegranate was all it took to make it special. Continue reading “Rice, rice baby.”

Mini mezze for tea (supper/dinner – whatever, I’m northern and it’s ‘Tea’)

vegan mezeI’m moving to Morocco in a couple of days so, to get me in the mood, tonight I felt like making a little mezze from the random contents of the cupboard and fridge. It ended up looking like this. In case you are wondering what is in all those little bowls we have, from left to right, caramalised balsamic onions, roasted red peppers and squash, giant couscous, celery, sweetcorn and beetroot salad, vegan sushi, hummus, mung bean and coriander dip and mini toasts. Yes, I am aware that most of these dishes are not even slightly Moroccan, and in fact there are influences of Japan, France, India and Italy in there, what can I say, my palate is well-travelled.

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Near-death experience

elemental-truthYesterday I had a little bit of near-death experience. It wasn’t that near, but near enough that I contemplated it for a fraction of a second. I’m in the French Alps and my friend and I went for a drive to the top of the mountain for a little walk and when we came back down the twisty mountain road a guy was racing up the other way, we met him on a bend and his car was side-slipping at great speed right towards us, I was in the firing line if his car had hit us and I was joyous, I wasn’t scared at all, I was ready. My mind said “Is this it? Hit by a mat-black pimped-up rally car on the side of my favourite mountain, OK cool.” I wasn’t even slightly bothered about the prospect of dying, just a bit exhilarated.

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