Dear Little One, The Longest Night Shall Pass

Winter has drawn it’s thick veil around us. How wonderful to be here all snug with the fire lit. It’s the time for story telling by candlelight and big mugs of steaming hot chocolate.

Once again, there’s something I’d like to tell you about this time of year, the longest night shall pass.

“In the depths of winter I finally found in me there was an invincible summer” ~ Albert Camus.

And the Sun rises. From here on the days will start to lengthen and the nights will shorten. This is the Winter Solstice – the shortest day and the longest night of the year. You may have noticed people all huddled and wrapped up rushing here and there getting ready for Christmas. When really this time year is all about slowing down and hibernating. Why all the rushing?

Are you aware that the people you love appear more stressed and a little frazzled. They may be frowning more, that’s a sure sign they’re feeling a little over run. Is there any way you can help? I know you’re only little, but it’s always in the little things – they make the big things happen! And you have the most beautiful way of seeing the world. Now is a great time to start new, positive habits and routines. You see, often adults get caught up in the “should’s” and all they feel they are expected to do, maybe following traditions that no longer serve them. Even though we are grown up we rarely give ourselves permission to stop. Sometimes we need a gentle reminder to take a slower pace and to try something new.

Alternatives to rushing:

Have a moment to sit and think about all you hope for the coming year. The short days are often filled “real and fast”. What will you aspire to achieve? Now is a grand time to plant seeds – how will you make them grow? How will you accomplish all you set out to do and be? What would that look like? Have heart that all your intentions will serve you as you grow and change through this life. Whatever you hold in your heart and commit to will grow.

Spending time with family away from technology might help you really feel into the spirit of this time of year. Lighting candles or even turning on the festive lights together can be a lovely reminder that even on the darkest, longest nights  and the darkest most difficult times  – there is Always Light. Making wreaths of evergreen can help us see that even in the deepest midwinter there is Life Everlasting, Evergreen. 

Do you want to know something even more special about this particular winter solstice 2018? It is also a full moon! So the darkest longest night this year will be bathed in the silvery glow of Grandmother Moon and she will share all her wisdom for the coming year with us on this night. We just need to be still and listen. 

Hold your loved ones close little one, give thanks and see the good in all our traditions and rituals. There is so much to be thankful for.

And The Wheel Turns.

Blessed Be




Un-inspired Inspiration

I like words, I love picking them apart and finding the deeper meaning, questioning sayings and expressions, making puns and making those around me groan because of said puns! So here is a blog about being inspired to write when I am totally uninspired!!! I remembered a time at university when we had to write a reflective journal every week

Me: “But I have nothing to reflect about!!!!!”

Tutor: “So reflect on that, reflect on not knowing what to reflect on!”

I guess a lot of the uninspired feelings recently have come from high levels of stress and anxiety dampening down my imagination and my intuition. It’s been a tough couple of months full of uncertainty and worry but I’m very pleased to say I am coming out the other side of it! It has all been within my personal life and so I have had to really consolidate the work side of things to allow balance. Now comes much nourishment, organisation and efficiency and more just – being, from these moments of pause, I often find I am able to articulate my feelings emotions and ideas into blogs, poems, affirmations and meditations. So here I am, I am back.

The Village

daan-stevens-371325I used to miss the village and when I saw this article titled “I Miss the Village” I really felt the loss, the need to create my own village. When I uproot myself and arrive in a new place I find I have new clarity and a greater sense of purpose. So moving here, 3 years ago, has enabled me to build a strong web of people around me – my village. I can safely say that I no longer miss the village.

However, a few weeks ago, I landed in the deep end, caring for two teenagers, whilst their parents – my closest friends, who are more like family, went away to Africa for 10 days. I have to say, I wasn’t ready! I’ve known this family for over 8 years now and have seen their children grow up, whilst doing a lot of growing up myself, so I had an idea of what might be in store. Oh the conversations, the questions, the arguments, the laughter!

I learnt a lot that’s for sure, maybe you’ll resonate with my discoveries!

  1. The only times you get to be you and I mean truly you are: on a morning for about half an hour, after this, you start thinking “I need to go wake them up soon”, when you have a shower/climb into bed on an evening (after the bed time battle has ended). Occasionally you might get to be yourself if you go to the toilet, but you’ll probably end up having a conversation through the closed door. Even when you get to go to work, you’re a little bit more yourself but not completely as you have now taken on your professional role.
  2. Self care is almost impossible. I am a big advocate for self care and I like to think I’m quite good at asking for it, giving myself permission for it. Normally, when I’m on my period I don’t drink any caffeine or alcohol as I feel my body is doing quite a lot without adding more into the mix! However, when I realised my period and my new found parenthood would coincide, I forgave myself for the fact that my self care would now be: a large mug of coffee (maybe 2) on a morning and a very large glass of wine on an evening.
  3. Sitting down is lethal, don’t do it until you’ve finished everything! I sort of already knew this, but not the enormity of the importance of it. Inertia hits the moment you sit down.

I’m sure I learnt loads more, but those were the main points! I think the reason I struggled as so many parents do, is that we are doing this in isolation. We haven’t evolved emotionally yet, to cope with all of this and we shouldn’t have to! Parents, single parents, parents whose partner is away a lot, I salute you! We were designed to be doing this with a whole village around us!

Part of my role as Doula is to serve women through pregnancy and birth. However, I’m feeling more and more that I need to extend this to Life in general.

So here I am offering my Life Doula services to you all. I currently do a school run one afternoon a week for the daughter of one of my friends. I also recently, tended to another friend on her sick bed with a nasty bout of the flu – which her whole family caught, whilst her husband was away.
We can sit and drink tea, or busy ourselves in the kitchen cooking together, walking home from school, doing washing and hanging it out. Whether you have children or not, a partner or not, whether they’re at home or away. Let’s just do ‘life’ together. Have ‘those’ conversations with the children and with each other. Sound things out.

Some of my biggest life events have occurred in someone else’s kitchen, doing all of the above.

Be in touch, my door is open wide

Love and Light






At the Still Point of the Turning World

Tuesday, March 15, 2016

The Earth is warming and waking up and I have been craving the outside.

So I put my trusty wellies on and marched down to Bosley Patch.

“Tamsin, I need my hands in the Earth again”

My help was gladly accepted and I asked to barrow manure, a job that although is a lot of hard work is very rewarding! I planted onions and picked salad and spinach and did I ache the next day? Most definitely yes!! I have returned in the following days just to soak up some beautiful dusk sunshine and along with friends we helped skin a polytunnel – a process I am becoming more and more familiar with as Bosley Patch grows!

Soon the hours of daylight will equal the hours of darkness and in that moment, amidst the buzzing activity that Spring always brings, there will be a pause – a stillness.

“At the still point of the turning world…neither from nor towards. There the dance is.” – T.S. Eliot

So if you feel your projects and dreams are flourishing at a pace just beyond your comfort zone, try not to worry, instead call on this stillness, find your space in it and remember, it’s all a dance. For now is the time for Freedom and Courage – take the risk, do the thing that scares you, put the most dreaded task at the top of your to do list, there is only Growth. Just like the new life we can see all around us, never pass up the chance to be Young at Heart.

It’s not just you that will be doing scary but vastly exciting things. In between time spent in treatments with you lovely Earthlings, there are many things Red Earth HQ has in the pipeline.

“I’ve got a plan, I’ve got an atlas in my hand” – B.F. Leftwich

Okay, so maybe not quite an atlas, more of a map of England! Red Earth will be on the road – but where to and for what you ask? Sssshhh! It’s a secret for now, I’m not quite ready to share that Sunbeam with you. I can tell you, however that Doula Training with The Red Tent Doulas is this weekend! New, exciting, open and ready to learn!

Mamma Red Earth is paying me a visit soon, she recently informed me that the grassy bank in her garden is covered in Primroses – she has such an affinity for them! Ahoy there! Such Joy! So this little plant profile is for you Mamma and all my Earthlings that also love this cheerful little flower! See if you can spot some!

Primrose (Primula vulgaris) – Also known as “The Key Flower”, this little plant has a very pure healing energy that washes away extraneous mental activity. Bringing deep peace and instilling a calm, secure sense of connection with the Earth – Carol Guyett.

Until next time my Lovely Earthlings