I’m moving. Gah.
All the clever people (and trashy mags) always tell us this is one of the things you can do to bring on some serious stress. That and getting married, getting unmarried, getting a new job etc etc.
Herein lies some attempts I’m making to move well and make the process as breezy, eco and happy as possible.
The other morning I received a package in the post filled with prints from some film rolls I had had developed. I’d been given more than simply photographs in the postie’s delivery that morning though. I’d got myself some sweet old self help.
After putting my frozen dinner from the plastic sandwich bag it was in to a saucepan on the hob I went to put the sandwich bag in the bin.
W H O A H T H E R E.
‘Hold on’ I thought, ‘this thing is COMPLETELY functional- why am I binning it?’
Not used to the freezing cold weather, when the Romans invaded Britain they took to stuffing their trousers with stinging nettles- the sting’s inflammation caused a heat sensation that soothed winters bite.
That’s one of the brilliant nuggets and insights I had into herbs and our environment while on a foraging walk with Natasha from Forage Botanicals.
Unlike every season change before it, Spring hasn’t just sprung upon me this year.
I’m putting that down to the ‘go slow’ thing I’ve been giving a go. I’ve been intentionally paying more attention to my body, my mind and my surrounds; with an offshoot of that effort being that I’ve noticed the new life that has begun to pepper the landscape around me. I’ve seen the first of the wild garlic push its way through the soil, along with the daffodils and the crocuses.