I've watched this film twice today! haha! But omg the love! The love! After watching this film you feel love and spirit of all these women and babies is just filling you up and eminating out of you in a starlight glow.

I've always loved babies... up to one year old - I love them. So frickin' adorable. After that age, it becomes harder - although lots of fun too. So this film is perfect to revel in the babyness of babies.

It's definitley a feel good film - there are no 'bad times' shown at all. None of the reality of what it's like for the parents in the Himba tribe, with no doctors around, but yet again, it's the babies perspective - what to babies know of doctors? It just shows THEIR world, NOT their parents' or families thoughts/world.
It makes me happy to see how resilient the babies are. They are very very very clever, and tough, and have such intuitiveness, it's unbelievable. They KNOW - everything, it seems. How can they? It's amazing. One day they can't even see very far, then a few hundred days pass and they are crawling and communicating, then another hundred days and they are dancing!
It makes me feel that children, in a way, CAN look after themselves. Also in another way, I almost ALMOST envy the freedom that comes with the Himba tribe in Africa... The mothers are the best of friends, laughing and touching eachother and feeding eachothers babies. They seem to have the most TRUST that everything is going to be okay. And maybe it IS... Our busy, road and car filled world is, strangely more dangerous... We are far more tense here. But how can we re create such ease of the Himba tribe within our own culture? I guess it is to trust in your baby.
Bayar, the Mongolian little baby boy seems to be always on his own - almost getting trampled by cows at times...I just wonder what the mother's mindset is... Does she care? Does she trust? Where was she when a cockerel was walking on his bed and could have scratched out his eyes. Does she trust the animals? Or does she feel that she can 'deal' with whatever happens? These people are very tough and perhaps she just expects that her baby needs to be as tough as she is.

Just wondering :)

I must be mad! But today I went there again with my boyfriend. It was a lovely cycle there - mostly down hill. And we went another way home, a way I didn't want to go because it invloved crossing over the dual carriageway = but we did and it was a much quiker route.
Mind, I cycled quite fast today coz bf is a fast cycler, and after friday's 19 miles my legs were almost giving up the will to peddle!
Bf wasn't too keen on Many Tears - well, he isn't a dog lover, so I'm really proud/glad that he came.

I only walked two lots of dogs today. Bf took a chocolate lab called Morocco who was lovely, but apparently extremely nervous when he arrived there first. I'd never have known just by looking at him. His head was massive.
And I took a lab cross, black, called Pollen who was bounding along on the lead and I had to lean backwards because he was pulling me so hard! Apparently he didn't get on well with other dogs so I had to be careful. They also had kennel cough.
Then bf had enough and I took out another two dogs. A collie called Gordon who was lovely and didn't pull on the lead, and a Cairn terrier called Keltic. I was actually quite nervous that this small dog would bite me because she was really nervous and didn't want to walk on the lead at all. But she finally came around and even jogged along side me a little. But when I took off her lead I thought I was going to get bitten!
But there we go, half or more of the dogs in there have got behavioural probelms - because some of them were almost drowned as puppies and just caught in the nick of time. The little one I took today was a breeding bitch. Imagine giving birth to litter after litter in a dark barn or shed never seeing people and just being sore and lonely. No wonder they're nervous.

...but luckily, Many Tears is a Dog Rescue Centre!

My bf gave me the idea today. I usually like to go for a bike ride once a week, but I also wanted to find a way to go the Dog Rescue to walk some dogs. Thing is, Many Tears is miles away and I didn't even think it possible to get there any other way by car. But my bf suggested I cylce there.
I went home and had a look at how to get there - I found a route, 8 miles long! Not so far! I've done 8 miles before. But it's tough and I usually end up after a 16 mile round trip with jelly legs. So I didn't think I could make it. I phoned my sister who lavished me in moral support and said I could do it. So I went for it!

I got rather lost in the back roads - but the views were stunning and the weather clear and cool. I was really enjoying myself - well, until I got lost. Then clouds started coming over and it echoed my mood. But I finally found a person along the lanes and he directed me as to where to go. And I finally found it!

I had such a GREAT day! I feel chuffed that I managed to find the place and cycle back all in one piece. And not only that I did some good. I took many dogs for a walk and it must have made them very happy.

The rescue centre is a very busy place. They have so many dogs. The owner, Sylvia goes to Ireland to collect dogs from a pound that has a kill policy. Most of the dogs she rescues from there are literally walking death row, minutes from the injection. They obediently walk next to the human and wag their tails, not knowing in a few minutes they'll never breathe, walk, wag or run ever again. Why? Because horrible humans decided to throw them out, like rubbish.

The dogs probably don't know how lucky there are to be given a second chance at life.

In Many Tears they get walks and love and there's a website that people from all over Britain check daily to see which dogs are in the Centre. Most of them find their forever home - and one day soon we'd like to offer another dog a forever home with us here.

Today I took a Great Dane pup for a walk, a collie, a labrador, and a lurcher cross. I also put a dog and her few days old puppies into a crate in a car - they will go off to a foster home until the puppies are big enough to be adopted.

I really admire the work the people at the Rescue centre do, and for Bill and Sylivia's determination and love for animals.

Sylvia is a vegan and she loves and rescues horses and cats too.

I'm really glad I could spend time there today :)))









Magico the great dane pup - extremely strong!












Can;t remember this one's name, but very sweet natured.















Forgot his name too.









Roxie's puppies













Madame the black lurcher












Osca the collie

Yesterday I spent all day in the village hall doing a David Sye YogaBeats workshop. It was really cool and I enjoyed. But my back is hurting today! There were forty of us there and I think there was a pretty nice vibe going on. I suppose we didn't know what to expect - I certainly didn't.
David was super enthusiastic and talked all day as well as doing all sorts of yoga shapes with out losing an ounce of energy. He talked a lot about self love and fear and love and more love!


He wanted us to feel joy and to feel pleasure - because pleasure, he said, is the door way to intelligence! So there we go!
I really liked what he had to say, because he was a genuinely confident happy joyous person, who believed with all his heart that other people were beautiful, fantasic, awesome and perfect and he just wanted us all to know it! That makes for a pretty uplifting day.
It was a from 10am to 4.45 pm and we did all sorts of yoga as well as other activities. Lots of meditation, including a chocolate meditation, we also created a corridor of people and you had to walk down the lines of people and they'd whisper things into your ears about how lovely you are. Of course, none of the people knew me, and I didn't know them, so it tended to be superficial compliments - BUT! it was still very cool to walk with your eyes closed and hear all these lovely things said about you.







Me and the man himself.

Thanks David for your kind words and inspirational energy.

Here's the Byw yn Yr Ardd programme with the spoon item of mine. Here I am in me garden showing my friend how to carve spoons out of willow wood.






Me showing her the spoons I'd made before.













Close up of the spoons I've made before
















I think she's impressed, hehe.















Time to get carving.















Close up of knife on wood.













Hmm what the heck am I saying here. Looks like it begins with a W 'What are you whittling, willow? Well well!'















A finished spoon (but shh, we didn't finish it on the day because it actaully takes me like 2-3 days to finish a spoon, if I work like a mad woman and don't mind my wrist being unusable the for the next week).

Last night my last slot on Byw Yn Yr Ardd aired.
It was the yoga one, and I thought it turned out really well. My friend was great on it (she's a yoga teacher btw). It's funny to watch yourself do yoga, never seen myself do it before. My headstand was rather curved lol! The theme of the eitem was that I wanted to show how important nature is = that we ARE nature, and together we are totally linked. I thought yoga meaning - union - would demonstrate that link in a lovely visual way. Which is why I got us doing partner poses too, (union) and using the tree for support - which is what trees do - support us!

Here are some pics.






Meditation to bird song by the pond.


















Side stretching














The boat - a fun partner poses































Headstand :)































My feet - very green. Hey, maybe I'm turning into a tree nymph or something, woohoo!

















Corpse Pose - Shavasana in the Cat's Ears flowers.













Pretty innit? looks like stars!











There were a few things cut out - we did partner down dog which is also fun, and we had a sun salutation in there too, but I guess you can't have everything to fit into 5 mins!

I'll have to post a few pics of the other two items as well coz they were also lovely.

The polytunnel is still chucking out those cucumbers - I collected 13 last week! And they are as long as my arm. It's taking me so long to get through them that their now turning a little old. Seeds inside are a bit big, skin is tough etc - BUT they are great for juicing. Mind, one cucumber is a heck of a lot of juice.

I am NOT drinking courgette juice anymore it was making me nauseous, just thinking about it is making me cringe.
So now in the mornings (or whenever I feel like it) - I drink a shot of my own grown wheatgrass - which is very good, and then 1 cucumber with one orange. As soon as the cucumbers run out I think I'll transition into Kale juice because I've planted a HECK of a lot of kale plants (which are being destroyed by caterpillars) for that reason. But I am nervous, cucumber is pleasant - kale is - well, cabbagey and green and difficult to drink. But hopefully an orange, or an apple or even carrots from the garden will help it go down.

I would like to ideally eat the way Natalia Rose describes in her RAw Food book - eating light to heavy. Start with juice - then next meal is fruit, then next meal is veg and if you need to eat cooked then make it your last meal - but I just can't seem to stick to that although it sounds so simple. By the time lunch time comes i want heavy food loaded with fat hehe, not just fruit. But there we go!
Luckily I got loads of tomatoes from the glasshouse at the moment, and I'm loving them cut up with mixed seed and bean sprouts and tahini, raisins and vinegar. Fatty and sweet- what's better? :)