Friday, 30 August 2013

In conversation with Joan Court and a few people with paws...

This is being published at a particularly terrible time for this country. A time when the killing of badgers has begun which, if allowed to continue, will eventually see thousands upon thousands of these beautiful creatures shot and over 70% of the entire population wiped out.

At the same time as plans for fracking across 60% of the country are being proposed which will not only devastate wildlife and the very nature of our landscape but have the capability to contaminate the water we drink, the air we breathe and pose such largescale health risks to the population of this country (human and non-human alike) that I find it actually quite unimaginable.

And of course the list goes on...

Which makes it a very good time to think about the people who are organising and taking action and not giving up in the attempt to change this world and move it from one of cruelty and greed to one of compassion and justice. One such person is my friend Joan Court, who has dedicated many decades to actively changing the world for the better and who is a constant inspiration to me.

Joan speaking at a recent demo in Cambridge against the cruel experiments on genetically modified mice.

Every time I go and stay with Joan in Cambridge (which isn't nearly often enough) I love to hear the stories she can tell me from her truly amazing life of the last 94 years, as well as the current affairs that we might discuss.

Back in 1989, when I'd just moved to Cambridge as a student (at the now named Anglia Ruskin Uni) I rang the contact number I'd found for Cambridge Animal Rights and two days later I was meeting up with Joan, Hilda, and others who I was to become close friends with, to go and inspect a pig farm, which began a busy time of animal rights campaigning and a new social life!

Having previously published two biographical books, Joan has recently published a third book which is a collection of pesonal interviews with over 20 animal rights activists. These provide a rare insight into the views and motivations of a diverse range of people who despite some differences in outlook share a common vision - that of animal liberation and an end to cruelty and abuse of those we share this world with. Acting in the interests of this vision has changed the course of lives and has not always been easy, sometimes leading to conflicts in personal lives or imprisonment. Through this book, Joan has provided the opportunity to get a glimpse of some of the real people behind the often dehumanising portrayals by the mainstream media of 'animal rights activists' or 'terrorists' as they have occasionally been depicted.


One of the recent times I stayed with Joan I asked if she would tell me about some of the times from her earlier life and I had the honour of spending a whole afternoon and morning listening to her fantastic memories and I took notes which I now share below (with her permission) as they deserve a wider audience.

As with any conversation that takes place at Joan's home, it has to be paused regularly to say hello to a cat, to make space on a lap, or to be mesmerised temporarily by the intense gaze of a beautiful pair of feline eyes. So in the spirit of the environment in which this conversation took place, the text pauses every now and then for one of Joan's cat family to wander through and bathe in a little attention.

Thanks again Joan, and I look forward to coming back to see you again soon. And get some more stories ready because I never tire of listening to them! Much love always xxx

To read more of Joan's life and work, take a look at her two autobiographical books, along with her latest book, all of which are available from Amazon.
 
Joan Court:

From childhood I've felt empathy with animals and people which has led to a life spent campaigning for people and animals. I feel close identification with people too. I'm a dreamer, a romantic but have tried to actually do something about it. 
 
It was a dream of my brother Peter and myself to go to India. I was intensely influenced by books, in particular Kipling, and also the history and social injustice of people living in this country, people living in poverty. I began reading about Ghandi. I became vegetarian and interested in Indian Independence and the work of saving the lives of mothers and babies in India.

This led to four years midwifery and nursing training. During the war I was a District midwife, delivering babies at home in London. I never saw a depressed mother during home deliveries and all were breastfed. We had to conduct the service during air-raids and the house allocated to us was bombed. I slept understairs with a cat, Emily, and the telephone beside me. I'd go out on my bicycle with the bag strapped on the back. Occasionally I would find myself walking beside the bicycle wondering what had happened after a bomb had dropped nearby. If needed,an ambulance would come out.

In spite of the bombs, it was quite a peaceful occupation, with mothers sitting up in bed, happy, while I bathed the baby or burnt the placenta on the fire. I'm quite critical of modern midwifery care - the medicalisation of childbirth. Midwives are not trained for breach or anything other than a 'normal' birth, when a midwife could be adequately trained for dealing with this at a home.

Are you looking at me Katy the Shaman, do I need some healing?

I was intent on going to India and got involved with the Quaker Unit operating in Calcutta and read research papers with recommendations on what could be done to reduce the maternal death rate. I had to get permission from the Viceroy then started a midwifery service in downtown Calcutta, working with Hindu nurses close to the Muslim area.

It's not difficult to reduce the death rate by improving antenatal care. The main deathrate was from tetanus often caused by the practice of applying cow dung to heal the naval. Most babies were delivered by untrained women. I helped to train local midwives and student midwives at the hospital.

I met Ghandi - everyone met Ghandi at that time. I worked with him briefly where he was in a village doing a hunger strike. I was asked to give him support. In my view, he's a Saint. He believed the future of India lay in the education of women. He was strictly vegetarian but like most Hindu's he believed in the importance of milk and wished there was a substitute for it, before the days of soya milk, so he travelled around with his goat.

He doesn't have paws... how did he get in?!

The thing about my life, is I'm an intense romantic, but in my case all my dreams did come true. I did go to India, meet Ghandi, listen to EM Fortser...

But work in Calcutta was interrupted by riots against the British. After being mobbed once or twice I took to wearing sari's. I never came to any harm. The main danger was from the Ghurkas who seemed to shoot anybody in sight. About 7000 people were killed in a day or two around my area. They were brought in by the British during the Hindu-Muslim riots.

I was one of the few people with a permit to go out into the street. I would go out to both the Hindu and the Muslim areas to attend to mothers. I was very single-minded about reaching any patients in labour. I tried to take any injured people to hospital on a handcart. I wasn't able to take students out during riots.

We lived in a street which had five Hindu temples in one little area and worshippers would bring gifts of fruit etc, which had previously been offered to the gods and goddesses and consequently got dysentery. The flooded streets during the monsoon had rats floating everywhere and leaping around on rubbish dumps. As a consequence people would get Weil's disease and jaundice. Fortunately I had a good immune system having been brought up in such a filthy home! I think it's impossible to not get ill in Calcutta. Everyone working there had intestinal parasites. The diet was strictly vegan... rice and dahl or vegetable curry.

I still feel intense nostalgia for India and am sorry I didn't get back.

Hello Ming Ming, don't you be nibbling Joan's arm anymore please!

I had a period of sick leave up in Kalimpong and Darjeeling, North India, with a view of the mountains and travelled up on a beautiful little steam train.

So I left India in October 1947 and saw the birth of an independent India and the Indian national flag flying in all the villages. Also the reconciliation of Hindus and Muslims, which didn't last of course. But when peace was restored in Calcutta, Hindus and Muslims were bathing each other in rose water and using their cutlasses to cut off the tops of coconuts instead of the heads of their enemies.

My time in Calcutta was the most intense time of my life. When in Calcutta I read about a horseback nursing service in Appalacia, America. It sounded a highly romantic job and you know what I'm like, so I returned to England and did my Public Health Visiting education. They were a bit reluctant to take me as I could neither drive nor ride a horse. But their attitude was "you sound the right sort" so I got the job!

I looked after 100 families, so called Hillbillies. It was a wonderful life and I fell in love with my horse Dock. 

I look back on the days in Kentucky with a tremendous nostalgia. It was solitary, sometimes quite dangerous and pioneering. We gave total care to the families and their animals as far as we could, and if we had an emergency all the men would appear, make a stretcher and carry the mother to where they could hitch a ride on a coal-truck to the local hospital.

Ohhh Lily, you are too beautiful, I know!

I'm really not very practical and I'm amazed to think I was once able to change a tyre and ride my horse up the creeks. I had to ride very slowly as I was carrying very expensive equipment in the saddle bags. People lived in extremely primitive homes with a central fire and no electricity. Babies were delivered by torchlight. The walls were decorated with old newspapers and magazines and slogans "Love Your Mother".

Some families made moonshine, illicit alcohol, which we were never allowed to discuss. Usually the fathers worked in open-cast mining, there were frequent accidents. All the children were infested with parasites and the wells were often contaminated from the latrines.

It was a wonderful service and I was happy that we were able to give first class midwifery and nursing care. It had many elements of danger and adventure which are in my blood stream.

When I came to the end of my contract I was offered several jobs, one with the WHO in Pakistan. An intense love affair with a Russian Jew which had begun in India and continued through my time in America, broke up and it was time to leave America. I accepted the WHO job in Pakistan as a midwife consultant advisor and subsequently worked in Turkey and Western Australia.

I got into difficulties in Pakistan due to establishing family planning in Lahore. The Government were opposed to it. The Minister said "we need men for the army". They tried to get rid of me, to send me to Africa. I also made an enemy in Pakistan (a WHO nursing officer) who said 'the trouble with you Joan,is you're more interested in social work than you are in nursing', and a light dawned!

Ah sweet Charlie, I didn't forget you

Passionately keen on education, I began social work training in Bristol and London and qualified as a Psychiatric Social Worker. I joined the NSPCC, pioneering the treatment of what was then called 'Battered Baby Syndrome'. I got into difficulties with the Director for questioning NSPCC policy at the time. They'd prosecuted a young mother for harming her baby when I felt the fault lay with medical and social services, for not helping identify and support her with her problems. I refused to resign so they fired me.

I hadn't been out of work since my teens so I found this disturbing. I was offered a number of jobs and then someone suggested the DHSS. I didn't understand any of the questions but they wanted me so they could implement recommendations made by my unit over the last five years. I spent the next five years as an incompetent civil servant, advising the minister on family planning, child abuse, battered women etc. I was also asked to review all recent deaths of non-accidental injury and became an expert witness.

I met an old school friend, Mary Tew (Mary Douglas), Professor of Social Anthropology, read her book and thought I should have been a social anthropologist. I applied to the University of Cambridge and got accepted to do a degree in Social Anthropology. I had a Masters in Social Work from America but didn't have a first degree and thought I should have. That's how I came to Cambridge.

I continued to work as a Guardian Ad Litum until I was 77. This involved working with a solicitor as an independent social worker listening to the wishes of children and trying to make recommendations which were for their benefit.

In my second year at Newhall, I picked up leaflets about vivisection and this started the last 30 years of my life in Cambridge as an animal rights campaigner. 

So I look back on my life which doesn't seem that unusual to me. I regard myself as impetuous, and I have a strongly developed imaginative life. I should perhaps mention that I always wanted to be a writer, as books have always been my lifeline, as they were for my brother too. I suffer from severe writers block but I have managed to publish three books, thanks to the enormous encouragement I've received from various sources.

I think I've got a very hard working Guardian Angel!

I've been active in all the main animal rights campaigns and resent the limits on ability of old age now which prevent me going on marches etc. We learn more and more about the horrendous and sadistic treatment of other sentient beings and it haunts our lives. Human beings have destroyed the seas, the sky and the earth but there's a great danger in apathy. I think we should continue to do whatever we can for animal rights and animal welfare and I deeply respect and honour all our fellow campaigners. I am sustained by my friends and companion animals.

Joan and Ming Ming, August 2013

Sunday, 25 August 2013

Some Thoughts After My Visit To Balcombe

This week my family visited the Balcombe Community Protection Camp to participate in the opposition to fracking. The work of the energy company Cuadrilla, which has been given the licence for exploratory drilling at Balcombe with the intention of fracking there in the future, had been halted for the previous few days by a big Reclaim The Power event which saw thousands of people taking part in the protest as well as attending workshops and talks. Here's a great short film recorded during this time at Balcombe (Produced and Directed by Felix Gonzales):


It's really easy to get to Balcombe. There's a train station a 5-10 minute walk down the road (with regular direct trains from London Victoria and Brighton). Just turn right out of the train station and follow the road. The camp runs along both sides of this road, so you can't miss it!
 
 
Now that drilling and work within the site has begun again, several trucks and containers with pipelines and chemicals/water are entering throughout the day. Currently at these times Balcombe protectors are slowing the process by walking in front of the vehicles, pushed along from behind by a police cordon.
 
 



If you walk too slowly, as apparently I was doing, you get threatened with arrest and this man gets excited about putting you in his movie...
 
Many people have been arrested during recent blockades at Balcombe. This slow walk in front of the vehicles seems to be the most you can currently do without being arrested. The fact that the police got so upset when I was walking a fraction slower than they wanted me to (they really were splitting hairs) was explained to me afterwards by the police liaison officer as being due to their 'understanding' that a specific speed of walking pace had been agreed upon with protesters and they would not permit it to get any slower! Some camp people appeared to be comfortable with this 'agreement' but I certainly heard other camp people saying they were not aware of such an agreement. So in my mind, the following questions arise:
 
* Is it true that agreements regarding conditions of protest have been made with the police?
* If so, who made these agreements?
* If such agreements are made how are these being communicated/discussed with new participants of the camp?
 
In my view, we are each free to take non-violent direct action against fracking at locations where the industry is at work, and we are free to not agree to the police determining the conditions of our resistance. Personally I don't feel comfortable making agreements with the police or to have others make those agreements on my behalf. Of course I fully understand that arrest may be the consequence of certain actions and that would be the responsibility of the individual and not the camp, though communication and solidarity within an organised community is good and important.
 
There are always different attitudes about what relationship and communication is best to adopt with the police. It's frustrating that any of our time and energy has to be given to this issue since it always seems to detract from the main cause at hand. However, when the police are being used more and more in this country for political purposes, are behaving increasingly aggressively, and more voices are publicly expressing concerns that we are moving towards a police state, then this is going to be a conversation which keeps arising. Yes of course I recognise that beneath their uniforms the police are made up of unique individuals some of whom refuse to surrender their humanity in favour of the worst they can get away with. Yes, I've experienced some of them being thoroughly decent human beings. However, that doesn't mean I'm going to start hugging them or getting into nice comfortable small talk or ever give them my trust. Because while today they may be sharing their sandwiches and putting flowers in their lapels, tomorrow they may be kneeling on your friend's head, pushing you over for no reason or practising maximum pain control on my pressure points. I can be polite (and usually am) but I also think it's important to remember who my friends are and they're not the ones wearing yellow jackets protecting life-destroying corporations.Talking of which, the sign on the side of this tanker desperately needs correcting...
 
...which should obviously read as Total Environmental Destruction Technology
There have been dozens arrested throughout the campaign including the high profile arrest last weekend of Green MP Caroline Lucas with court hearings taking place over the next few weeks and months. I found that the way the presence of those previously arrested is maintained by visual reminders fixed up all around the camp was very effective.
 
 
Here's an interesting short film which discusses policing in relation to the fracking protests at Balcombe, including an interview with the Rev Peter Owen Jones and some music by the excellent Damh the Bard.
 

 


Alongside the road are many hand painted banners and home printed placards illustrating why people are here. More are being made all the time and I love the diversity and individual expression being demonstrated here. Paints are always welcome for the people of all ages who want to creatively explain why they are here or what they feel.

 
 
 

My very favourite artist at the camp was someone who was hugely productive, and I was honoured to help him carry one of his newly painted placards up to the main gate. Actually, my brief meeting with him and hearing him talk with such intelligence about the messages he was producing was one of the most inspiring experiences of my visit. Here he is with his Grassland v Gasland placard:


Another lovely experience was witnessing a local couple stopping by early morning (possibly before work due to how smartly they were dressed) and collecting lots of empty water bottles to take off for refilling. Clean drinking water is an essential daily need of this camp just as it is a vital central issue at the heart of the fracking concerns. So, this was heart warming...


As was the woman who turned up at lunchtime with tray loads of Danish pastries and whipped cream. OK, so it wasn't vegan and I couldn't eat any but there were lots of eager takers and I was nourished by the kindness all the same.

Speaking of nourishment, there's a big camp kitchen cooking communal meals and a 'tea and info' tent where you can make yourself a cup of tea pretty much any time of the day. During my visit it did seem to be the same bunch of people in the kitchen most of the time but hopefully there's more volunteers doing this essential work than it appeared. The backlog of washing up which had built up due to a water shortage was of potentially soul-destroying proportions and took some awesome people several hours to clear, so if you visit the camp and you're able to, please volunteer to help out with this!
 

Of course, what goes in must come out and there are some truly impressive compost loos to deal with that. While I was there, a new toilet for campers with disabilities was built.


It's a family friendly camp and there's a large kids space with a tent full of craft materials, paints and fabrics etc. Poster paints were running low while I was there so that's another thing for the wish list... If you do take some paint to donate please bring GREEN as that's my inspiring artist's favourite colour and it'll be put to good use!

Musical instruments are great to bring along too. My son took his guitar and enjoyed playing to people. If the person who filmed him singing his song about pollution is reading this, please stick it on Youtube or something and send us a link as I missed it...


We were really lucky to catch a Seize The Day gig while we were there. This was a great night of dancing and singing along to some of the best genuinely passionate and politically authentic songs ever. Definitely check them out if you don't know about them...


There's tent spaces for quiet/meditation, meetings/workshops, library, kidspace, general chillout sofas, and the basic infrastructure for an effective community to live, organise and take action from. I think there's possibly some organisational issues to give a bit of love to, mainly in the way of communication. And with people coming and going from so many different groups, backgrounds and viewpoints, there's obviously going to be a bit in the way of internal politics going on, but this doesn't have to be a bad thing so long as no one is trying to dominate or drain and if we can make a commitment to respect each other and be open to genuine co-operation. Diversity can be a strength and this movement is going to be huge because if the Corporate-Government continue with their current plans, this madness is going to be huge. That's a hell of a lot of organising and working together to get used to and I hope that all across the country we can get united behind the clear intention that together we will stop the fracking nightmare from becoming a reality here.

 
 
 
I haven't written a lot here about fracking itself because there are so many great places to find this information and media sharing about the issues. Some good places to look are:
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
And in my own local area there's a public meeting in Havant next Thursday 29th August:
 
 
 
 

Wednesday, 19 June 2013

Visions Of The Future


Are we on the verge of total self-destruction?



It's not hard to get distressed about the state of the world and to feel despairing about the future. In fact I find it a bit strange when people don't have at least a tad of concern about our common future and the planet as a whole. But despair, distress and defeatism can really bring you down, just as every day (unless we live in some kind of insulated bubble) we see or hear of new atrocities, threats, injustices and new depths of personal, societal and planetary destruction.

How do we keep hold of positive visions in the face of relentless and brutal violence as has been happening in the last few weeks to the people in Turkey and in countries around the world wherever people rise against the tyranny of financial, political or religious abuse of power? How do we take steps towards peace when our governments and militaries are intent on leading us into ever worsening conditions of warfare, plans for Syria being the latest? When their cuts and their undemocratic policies lead to further inequality, alienation and social breakdown within our communities?

How do we not give up in the face of insidious, multinational industries such as that of pornography, the global arms trade, animal exploitation or of corporations such as Monsanto.
 
Of course the corporations and governments, the bankers, arms dealers, religious fundamentalists... have visions too. Visions that are driving their actions. Visions that can be traced back to original seedbeds (or test tubes!) and can be unearthed by such investigations as following the money or asking questions like 'In what ways do they benefit?' 'Who profits?' 'What do they need us to believe in order to keep us compliant?' 'How are we feeding their power?' These questions and more can help us discover their vulnerabilities, their stakeholders, their strategies, and the opportunities which may help to bring their structures down, to target their power bases. Their visions are for the control of our future, for the continued accumulation of profit and power into the hands of the few. But we are also increasingly seeing opportunities for ways to take the first step. With the Occupy movements and the immense diversity of protests around the world (often neglected by mainstream media); with the incredible courage of whistleblowers and activists bringing the hidden abuses into the light; with the countless people who dare to imagine and share visions for a different future.
 
I recently went to a workshop in Glastonbury run by Starhawk entitled 'Times of Hope and Chaos'.
We live at a pivotal moment in history, when the tides of hope are rising, but the systems that sustain us, environmental, social and financial, are crumbling all around. How do we navigate through the storm, and bring ourselves and our world to a place of harmony, balance and beauty? We need both the tools of spirit grounding, deep connection and celebration and the skills of organizing and mobilizing vision, passion, courage and commitment. And we need the ideas and principles that can help us shift our culture from an obsession with things to a focus on relationships. (From publicity text)
Over the weekend we discussed the difficulties we can come up against when we're trying to organise for change individually and amongst activist groups, and the strategies which we can use to creatively move through them. We worked on visioning the future. If we want to change the world we need a positive vision of what a different future can look like, rather than the predominant one being constructed by corporate capitalism and projected by mainstream media.

I was particularly struck by one exercise we did which was a visualised trance journey to experience our vision of the future we want to see. We journeyed far into the future where I stepped into my personal vision of a utopian world. I found this fairly easy to do. There were abundant images forming of harmonious living in the mental creation of my ideal world. A place where housing, education, water, food, transport, healthcare, cities, etc. were all designed and powered with respect for peoples, animals and the Earth. Simple eh! Not so surprisingly for me, the 'guide' who was waiting to meet me, turned out to be an old herbalist woman. She gave me the words 'patience', 'persistence', 'kindness'. This future was very like the positive society written about in Starhawk's book The Fifth Sacred Thing which profoundly inspired me when I first read it 20 years ago and of which I'm excited to know is currently being made into a film. Here's the latest trailer for it:





However, the next part of the visualised journey was very different and a lot more difficult. We were asked to step back halfway between this distant future vision and our current world, to experience our halfway-there future. To begin with I found it impossible. The current reality and the future possibility seemed completely disconnected. There seemed to be no path or bridge between them for me to follow and find a vision. They appeared such contrasting opposites that it felt hopeless to attempt to travel between the two on any kind of conceivable path. It felt like there was no ground on which to stand on. Then I remembered it's alright to feel that - to stay with that experience of groundlessness. (I've been helpfully influenced by the teachings of the Buddhist, Pema Chodron, in particular her book 'When Things Fall Apart').

So, once I stopped panicking about not knowing how to get from here to there, a vision of the halfway path began to emerge. It was indeed a place of both chaos and hope, like our current world but much more so. In many ways it looked like the present, but more broken with a stronger sense of confusion and fragmentation. The chaos of old structures breaking up and the hope inherent in new ones struggling into being. I felt lost, disorientated, unsure of my focus. There was a sense of distortion, of hectic pace, of disturbing disintegration and desperate innovation. It felt like many people were moving in different directions as if sped up in a film, almost robotic in their lack of connection with those they were passing. Then there were others who were like points of stillness and moving as in slow motion. There were strong community structures growing up like powerful green shoots through concrete, infused with a wild and passionate energy of freedom and determined resilience. In a nurturing community cafĂ© space I meet an old woman 'guide' who was silent. Although I couldn't hear any words from her she conveyed a message of 'just hold on', 'stand your ground'. She seemed to represent the need for an anchor point and the strength to remain.

Then in this exercise, we were asked to return to one step away from now. What is the very first step on our journey into the future we want to create?

On this workshop I met up with Marion, a woman who is creating a travelling exhibition of positive visions of the future. She showed me some inspiring bits of film she's been making around festivals asking people about what's important to them. She's collating some wonderful pieces of dreaming to help us take the steps we need towards the future we want to create. The Dream The Future project's website can be found here (although I believe Marion and the exhibition may already be on their travels). A very true quote from the website: "The best way to predict the future is to create it" -unknown.


 

Here's the result of a little brainstorming I did for this project.


I became quite interested in this whole positive visions idea... especially if it means opening a metaphorical window of possibility that we're not all doomed... if it means inspiring ourselves and each other into real meaningful direct action and relationships which could give us even a gnat's pee size chance of changing our current direction for the better... if it means providing a public platform for some voices of sanity... We all need to help to turn the tides of disillusion and despair, because this world, this life, is actually indescribably awesome and it's time we started loving it and daring to create the realities which are waiting to germinate from our wildest most fabulous visions!

So here are several more examples I came across of people expressing their positive visions of the future. I haven't checked them all out or who's behind them yet, but I reckon there could be some good ideas amongst them. We have to be aware of a lot of lovely words which nasty corporations and ineffective institutions like to use to give themselves a greenwash and pretend they're doing something good whilst spinning us a yarn, so doing our research amongst the information overload is an ongoing process! For example, most of us are probably aware of the way words such as 'sustainable' 'peacekeeping' and 'free range' can have hugely different meanings depending on who's using them! Next time the gloom descends, why not explore a few alternatives, or dream up our own. On the other hand, why wait until then?




Check out the following links for more visions of the future!

WHAT About the Future? (Lots of interesting short films asking the question, mainly in English or French):  https://vimeo.com/whatonline/videos/page:2/sort:date

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/robert-rippberger/visions-for-the-future-go_b_3396725.html

Creative Visions Foundation: http://www.creativevisions.org/get-involved/cap/visions-for-the-future

We Dream The Future (Aimed at 12-22 yr olds): http://www.wedreamthefuture.com/

Winners of BBC Competition of visual visions of the future:
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-21887443

Er...hmm?! http://www.buzzfeed.com/lukelewis/24-visions-of-the-future-that-never-came-to-pass

And because I'm an 80s girl...



'...Whatever we do let's make a pledge to put it right
So we can end the rule of the division
Putting the dream into action..."











 

Monday, 3 June 2013

Stop The Badger Cull! Now!

On Saturday, I joined several thousand people in London marching against the badger cull which is planned to start any night now.

We can still stop the killing!




* Sign the petition: http://epetitions.direct.gov.uk/petitions/38257

* Contact your MP: http://www.parliament.uk/get-involved/contact-your-mp/contacting-your-mp/ This week on Wed 6th June,there is a full Parliamentary debate and vote on the cull. Please urge your MP to vote against the cull.

* Keep informed of the campaign: http://www.teambadger.org.uk/index.html

* Support or join the non-violent direct action to sabotage the cull once it begins. Here are details of local groups who can help to put you in touch with activists: http://www.huntsabs.org.uk/index.php/get-involved/localgroups

* Use social media. There are plenty of Facebook groups to find out about actions and campaign developments - just search 'badger cull'. On Twitter, every Monday 11am-1pm voice your opposition to the cull using the hashtag #badgermonday. Every Tuesday is #PetitionTuesday to publicise the e-petition (share the petition link above)

* Join the next march or action!

* Donate money to the campaign or the saboteurs.

There are lots of different ways we can all participate and coming at it from every angle helps. Together we can make this cull unworkable and unaffordable. Save the badgers!

Wednesday, 1 May 2013

Mucus Not Maypoles... Naturally Healing A Sinus Infection At Beltane!

Happy Beltane!

Well, the Beltane sun has been shining radiantly today and I've managed to soak up a little of it in my quest to recover from a horrible sinus infection. As I didn't feel up for dancing around maypoles, going for long walks gathering blossoms or making love in the morning dew, I've decided to write this blog post as my way of celebration!

Beltane is about celebration of life, fertility and abundance, of the Earth and all who live from her, the definite Spring and the promise ahead of Summer returning...



Having this illness has propelled me into deep gratitude for the abundance of the Earth, in the healing foods and herbs which are getting me well again. In particular with treating a sinus infection, I've been really stoking the Beltane fires with the heat of garlic, onion, horseradish, cayenne...

And the process of getting well has a lot of fertility going on within it. The synthesis of nutrients and phytochemicals and my own biochemical responses is a real love story creating a healthy living being (me) which can then go forth and multiply my abundant desires and birth all the things in the world I want to! Well, that's the plan J

Warning: Talking of 'abundance', this post will contain the word MUCUS quite a lot of times and possibly even descriptions.

I'm writing a post about this partly because it took a lot of commitment and perseverance and if I ever get sinusitis again, I can come right back here to save myself the work of figuring out what I need! I'm not writing it as a guide for anyone else but if it does help anyone who is looking for a way of avoiding antibiotics for ridding themselves of a severe sinus infection, then that's great!

Of course anyone with a serious health problem should seek the advice of a professional medical practitioner (there are lots of good herbalists around, or even a GP). Sometimes infections can develop a serious complication which needs urgent immediate attention, so it's always worth checking it out with someone if you have any concerns. And as always, do your own research!

Pharmaceutical antibiotics certainly have their place and there's no doubt they can save lives when the time is right and necessary. But their overuse is seriously damaging peoples' health and increasing the resistance  of harmful bacteria to the medicine. We can choose to take back more control of our health and find alternatives which can do a much a more effective and healthy job of supporting our recovery, with none of the damaging side-effects. 

So far the food and herbs are proving effective but I'm also happy to have that prescription on the wall if I need it too. This is, after all, a blog post written from within the process.

Background All my family went down with a really nasty flu-type illness while we were on holiday. It manifested differently for all of us but we all agreed it was horrible and powerful and not your usual run-of-the-mill bug. I managed to get through the holiday drinking licorice tea, Echinacea tincture, elderberry syrup and nettle soup but also did a fair amount of wandering round windy high hills and old cold houses and after my return it seemed to hang on as a sore throat and general tired feeling. The sore throat made it painful to swallow, and there was the feeling of pressure in my head and the sensation of mucus going down the back of my throat a lot of the time. I realised I had blocked sinuses although I could still breathe normally.

YIKES! Mucus oodling out of eye! I was watching Doctor Who on Sunday night with sudden difficulty as my left eye started hurting as if it had eyelashes or something in it, but there were none. Then my vision went quite cloudy and I looked in the mirror to see creamy mucus across the iris and oodling out of the corner of the eye. That was when I realised that my blocked sinuses had got a bit more serious and infected. I wiped it, took some golden seal tincture and went to bed. I didn't have a great night as my head, eye and throat were aching a lot.

Prescription for antibiotics In the morning I woke to find my eye sealed closed and very swollen, as if I'd been punched very hard and it had all puffed up. I got it open by soaking the mucus seal off with a wet tissue, but couldn't open it fully as it was so uncomfortable. I presumed that the eyelid was puffed out as it had so much mucus pooled beneath it but felt a bit unsure about how safe it would be to try and massage it out. I decided to go along to see what the GP would say about it, so that I could make more of an informed decision. The GP said it was a nasty infection and gave me a prescription for antibiotics. (Meanwhile, my mum had spoken to her GP about her constant cough and flu symptoms and had been advised to take paracetamol every four hours and drink lucozade.)



Choices  So, antibiotics or was there another option? I pinned the prescription up on the noticeboard in case at some point I felt it was time to go down that route, and decided to go all out for the natural healing approach. This meant taking time to pay attention to myself and prepare my own treatment. I've got some training and knowledge of natural healing and the use of herbs and nutrition so I needed to pull out from this everything that would help this infection in my head from getting more serious.

Information The following foods and herbs etc. are what I used to bring down the inflammation, reduce the infection and boost my immune system so that within two days I felt I was well on the road to recovery without the need to use antibiotics. This information is not meant in any way as a prescription for anyone else. I'm sharing it because it's what helped me and it may be helpful to others who are searching for ways to avoid antibiotics. Most of the foods and herbs I included are specifically helpful for fighting sinus infections and infections in general.

Fresh fruit  I had a bowl of fruit and natural live soya yoghurt for breakfast (mango, strawberries, raspberries, blueberries, grated ginger, grapes, soaked goji berries, cinnamon)...






Salads  I had a big plate of salad for lunch (grated beetroot, green leaves such as rocket, lettuce, dandelion, spinach, chopped up pineapple, tomato, cucumber, celery...) Horseradish & onion concentrate and apple cider vinegar dribbled over the top.





Raw Garlic I had a few raw cloves a day chopped finely into my salad or soup. Update: I also put a garlic poultice on the soles of my feet for a couple of hours at night which helped. I found instructions for this here:
http://www.herbs-hands-healing.co.uk/Ailmentsnew/lung.html




Juices / Smoothies  I had a few different juices and smoothies throughout the day. Here are some that I used.

1) Carrot, apple, lemon and ginger juice with superfood (a mix with spirulina) -  Daily breakfast juice.





2) Wheatgrass, celery, spinach, kale, apple, ginger juice - lunchtime juice, before salad.



3) Beetroot, ginger, sage, cucumber, kale, dandelion leaf, spinach, parsley, orange, apple juice - mid-afternoon

4) Orange, lemon, cucumber, carrot, apple juice, fresh ginger (snack time)

5) Turmeric Smoothie (about 1 tsp turmeric), lemon juice (1 lemon), ginger, banana (half a banana), then add water until tastes right - late morning or afternoon. (Update: I made this later using pineapple (about 1-2 inch slice) and I really preferred the taste as well as getting the anti-inflammatory properties of the pineapple)



Nettle & sinus superfood soup - I had this for dinner a couple of times - onion, leek, garlic, cabbage, kale, potato, nettles, parsley, sage, celery.



Herbal tinctures  My primary tincture is Goldenseal, a powerful herb which works on bacteria and viruses (1tsp 5x daily) - This is a much higher dose than you would find on the bottle but I checked with a herbalist that I could increase to this amount, eyebright (1tsp 3x daily and 3x daily as eyewash), echinacea & thyme, mullein & eucalyptus.


Herbal teas  chamomile, immune blend (see Herbs Hands Healing link below), sage, licorice, fenugreek seed decoction (simmer 1 tsp fenugreek seeds in a cup of water until half the water has evaporated).


Steam inhalations - I did this about three times a day with essential oils chosen from tea tree, eucalyptus, lavender and thyme.

Sinus flush  I'd read all about the neti pot for pouring salted water up one nostril, around the sinuses and out of the other nostril, to help flush out the nastiness. The neti pot looked like a little teapot and as we couldn't find one in the shops I tried something I found in the garden...


But I had concerns about the effectiveness of this, so I got this which seemed to do the job.
I boiled and cooled the water, added the saline solution and also added a teaspoon of colloidal silver for it's anti-microbial properties.


Throat spray  My throat was sore most of the time, so I used sprays of elderberry and also colloidal silver.

Probiotics I had this in live soya yoghurt and also took acidophilus capsules 3 x daily. I'm going to try emptying a capsule and adding it to the sinus flush water too.

Vit C & Zinc Lozenge I got my Vit C mostly from my fruit juices (especially the orange, lemon, grapefruit & ginger one) but it may help to take an additional Vit C supplement. My throat remained sore and painful to swallow for a long time and sucking a zinc lozenge at night(when it was worse) helped along with the herbal tictures. 

Drinking water  I tried drinking 2 litres of pure water daily but probably managed somewhere between 1 and 1 1/2.

Hot/cold compresses on sinus area I didn't get round to doing this much, but it helps with circulation in the sinus area.

Rest  This is the hard bit - stopping all the busyness and stresses, sleeping in bed, sitting in the garden in the sun, looking at the blossom (noticing Stu could do with new socks! - It's good to have things which keep us grounded!).


 
I get my Superfood and herbal tinctures mostly from a company called Herbs Hands Healing. I'm happy to give them a plug here because I trust their integrity and the quality of their products. They're also very helpful when you ring them up to ask advice. Here's a link to their website:
 
Here are a couple of other links that may be useful:

http://agriculturesociety.com/alternative-medicine-and-treatment/how-i-cured-a-raging-sinus-infection-naturally-with-no-drugs/

http://juicerecipes.com/health-conditions/juicing-for-sinus-congestion/

And for all those people who are disappointed that I didn't include lots of MUCUS photo's - I know a certain 8 year old who might be... here's a picture for you...
 
 

Haha... only joking, that's the surface of my beetroot and green leaf juice!


Tuesday, 2 April 2013

Remembering The Things That Matter. Rest In Peace Bill



In the first early hour of this morning, our friend Bill died.



I got to know Bill through my son who met him in the park a couple of years ago and they became good friends. They'd meet up every morning for 'dog club' which was a meeting of local dog walkers who had become friends. In the past few months Bill was able to make the journey less and less to the park because of illness and so we occasionally visited him round his house or in hospital. He didn't have any family but he had some good friends who loved him a lot.

Bill's death has hit me unexpectedly hard, not only because he has gone, and left a sad hole in our community. Not only because of the very special friendship he shared with my son that has come to an end. It has hit me hard mostly because it has come as a painful wake-up call to how I've let the daily activities and distractions of life obscure what matters most. I can't believe that I needed to learn this lesson yet again.

But the last month Bill has been in hospital and we've been wrapped up in our own lives and just not got round to visiting and keeping in touch as we could have done. We've visited once in that time. A couple of weeks ago, Bill phoned and until this weekend we've still been saying to each other "We must phone Bill..." We'll never know what he was wanting to say to us. I know he would have been hoping for a visit from my son because this always made him so happy. What hurts so bitterly is that we withheld this from him and my son (unintentionally by our lack of awareness), and the opportunities we've missed (for no good reason) to bring support and comfort to someone we cared about in the final weeks of his life. We could have done so much more and we would have wanted to. We could have picked up the phone.

We visited Bill on Easter day in the evening after a neighbour had called to say he was very ill. When we got there he was already unconscious and he never regained consciousness. They say that hearing is the last to go. I hope he could hear my son saying hello and telling him a joke out of the new copy of The Red Crow he'd brought him. My son never got to shock him with his new haircut or share chocolate fingers with him but I hope he knew we were there.

I think it was Nelson Mandela who said the saddest two words in the language are "too late". I most definitely agree.



All that matters at the end is forgiveness, gratitude and love.
 
What hurts most is having missed opportunities for kindness, for communication, for giving and receiving love.
 
 

Dear Bill, thank you. May you journey well and in peace.