Serenity Wild Hare

  Welcome to day one of my chattering.   The first day away from the farm and the animals we left behind.   I’ll never forget them or any who went before.   They were each characters in their own way. The News is shocking and worrying but somehow not surprising.   For years we have spoken about it and it was all part of a prophecy which went unheeded.    The World is very different now than it was but that is evolution.   People talk trade deals, they have to happen.   We won’t be in Europe but we are in Europe which is complicated in many ways.   Travelling to France and Spain highlights this.   It was surprising that the humans still have medical cover while in Europe.   That is good probably but hopefully they won’t be getting themselves ill.   The dogs need paperwork but that is fair enough.   They are already microchipped and have been brought up to date with vaccinations.   They need their last medical and then will be “good to go”. Taking wild pooches to “town” hasn’t been

It has been a long time since I did a blog.  I'd forgotten I had this account so perhaps a bit of a catch up. I'm sitting here in a caravan on 35 acres of a wonderful old "castle".  Now, when you wish for a castle it is best to define that walls and a roof might be useful.  But I do admire the powers that be having a sense of humour! How did we get here?  Why?  Well, it is a lot more useful than a house which you have to spend all your money on and then all your time keeping up with the maintenance and cleaning!  I'd rather spend my time outside and when you sit down at the end of the day you only see what is around you anyway. When I was a child we had some lovely holidays.  Mum had itchy feet to see the world and we'd sometimes see twelve countries in a row!  At the beginning and the end of the year we'd go and stay in my grandparents caravans in Weymouth.  Those were the best times.  They had about 30 caravans I think.  They were an income to ad

Still here, haven't changed into any other form or dimension or anything.  Then if we'd shifted to another dimension would we necessarily know about it?  That's one mind bender I'm not going to dwell on. 365 more days to go to the next one.  That is 365 more possible blogs. Today was more shifting things out of cupboards and laying them out in the cottage so that I can downsize.  With crockery and "stuff" from the house, holiday cottage and mum's house I have to make some big decisions.  I also need to fundraise to buy things for the animals so boxing up the spares and organising a table somewhere seems like a great idea. I've put some of the goats up for sale too.  I have to let some go so that the others can do better.  23 goats cost a lot to maintain and I can't give them all the individual attention they need.  Also with mating this year I will have more kids come spring.  I somehow feel I need them this year, seeing the kids will be some

How many times in our lives will we have a "Day One" with a situation.  We view each day as a progression of time but in many ways it is a collection of firsts, a collection of sames or an opportunity to look at a situation and do it a different way. Here I have the opportunity to do things a different way.  I am still bound by many of the "same old problems".  Not least a lack of knowledge of home repair but mostly a physical need to be "careful".  So that necessitates inviting others to help out and mostly this involves remuneration.  But that is how the world goes around and although I can hope for some help from those who believe in what is being done here.  For others they have a skill and they expect to be paid. What I hope to put to words here over the days, months and hopefully years to follow are those who are a part of this place and the events that "come to pass" to create the Eden Dream again. So today is a first as this is the

It is always devastating when a parent dies.  My mother above all had been mother, sister and friend.  We'd had the added bonus of my grandmother living in the house for many years and that somehow altered the house a lot.  Grandad had been ill for many years so mum looked after him as he was a big man and my nan was tiny.  So nan looked after me.  In a way that makes me a little "old fashioned" in my outlook although I was never short of someone as a playmate and nan always had the time for me. That may explain some of my "odd" ideas.  That and the belief that there is something greater and that somehow out there someone has a plan for all this.  Having experienced so much now where there is no such thing of coincidence, something as big as the human race had to be someone's plan.  Ok it may have been an experiment that went wrong, or part of it might have been.  Who knows.  I question things, I questioned all things spiritual so I now only believe in w

Now faced with a blank screen I must write something.  So I'll give it a go. Why, how and what for.  That seems like a good idea to look at.  Why did I get here?  Here being 1000ft up in the beautiful hills of Mid Wales.  Well the why is because I had a belief and I forgot it.  Somewhere in the bright lights of London and the pain of everyday life with a disability I lost track of who I was and what I really wanted.  But something inside must have been screaming to the universe even though I didn't know it.  A lifetime of being a square peg in a round hole ended just as surely as if I had cut the corners off and dived through that hole.  It was about as radical as that and I still look back at the whirlwind that brought me here. I came here broken.  At times I could hardly walk a step without blinding agony.  That was because there wasn't a need to.  I went to work, I did my job, despite being told to sign on as disabled.  I got a good job, a stressful job and one I m