In tribal cultures the first haircut has usually a very significant place as a part of the rites of passage. With the hair being cut, the identity of the person is being transformed in an irreversible way – he becomes somebody else and people around him will treat him differently from that moment. Sadly, there is Read More
It was my son’s 3rd birthday today. We both were born that day in a different way – a little baby-boy and me-new-mother. In fact my birth into the mother took much longer than the actual birth. It has pretty much lasted until now. When eating the cake my housemate asked: „How was this time Read More
The one who greets the Sun and every new day. The one who walks barefoot and feels the pulsing Earth underneath. The one with black feet and half-moon of soil under her nails. The one who puts seeds in the Earth with prayer, waters them with love and harvests the crops while singing thanksgiving songs. Read More
Why Garden of Gratitude? Because whenever I go there I feel grateful. Grateful for this tiny piece of land where I could explore my relationship to the Earth in the heart of a loud and speedy city. Grateful for sensation of touching the dark rich soil and witnessing the life force coming out of it Read More
We wanted to give our son something special for his second birthday. Something that nobody else will have. Something that one can’t buy. We wanted to invest our energy rather than money. To use our imagination and creativity rather than go for something completed. We took a deep dive in our childhood memories. There was Read More
There is a great habit in England to leave old furniture, clothes or even electrical devices in front of the house so passerbys get a chance to have something they might need for free. When my husband and I moved to unfurnished victorian house in St Pauls we decided on an interesting venture: to try Read More
First day of my period. I am bleeding heavily. My only wish is to stay in the bed and don’t be a mother for one single day. I won’t get the desired time on my own as my husband has to work. There is a prediction of rain for the whole day. No playgroups where Read More
We sat with my doula Tara and her partner Mikey at the dinner table. They brought me a beautiful bouquet of flowers so in a way it felt like it was already after the birth. “When do you feel the baby will be born?” asked Mikey. “That is the right question. People always ask: when Read More
Hands up who thinks that decorating is boring unskilled job! Few years ago my hand would be most likely up too. Especially when I was studying socio-cultural anthropology thinking that training my brain could take my the furthest. Here I am in the middle of the third year of mothering with one foot in art Read More
May new moon night. Night of the first separation with my son after nearly two years since he was born. Night before Beltine and my 30th birthday. Night under the eye of heaven; the round window on the top of yurt in Sheklinah ashram. Night so close to the sacred Tor in Glastonbury where we Read More