Category Archives: Contemplation

Thought for Food – My food waste challenge part 2


Waste not, want notWell, I should first say that I did not achieve my goal. I did throw some food away, despite my best efforts.

However, I do think it was a worthwhile exercise, and I am trying again this week.

What I did realise is this: Read the rest of this entry


Waste not want not, the food waste challenge


Waste not, want notToday’s topic is Food Waste. It was reached in a roundabout manner during a conversation that started with the lack of snow and ended with  fox hunting. But somewhere in the middle was a sojourn into the appalling waste of food that takes place in our country, and the world in general.

A new report by the The Institution of Mechanical Engineers claims that up to half of the world’s food is wasted.


An estimated 870 million people around the globe do not have enough food to eat. Read the rest of this entry

Half of us are Women


An opportunity arose through my role at Women’s Views on News (WVoN) to write a guest blog for the National Women’s Council of Ireland (NWCI). There was no specific brief, both a blessing and curse to writers.

I spent some time considering my options. What was the link between me and my blog, WVoN and the NWCI?

Simple really. Feminism. Or rather, writing about it.

Read my guest blog over at NWCI

The fight for genuine equality between men and women has always been important to me and my time writing for WVoN has introduced me to a mass of fascinating people and subjects and opened my eyes to quite how hard a fight it actually is.

The week I sent the finished blog post to the NWCI had been a roller-coaster of highs and lows for the organisation. Read the rest of this entry

Turning to the sun


Late last night my mobile phone told me (unless I was dreaming or hallucinating, both of which were possible due to the Man Flu I apparently have) that today we moved to British Summertime.

Before you rush off to check your clocks (or my sanity) I’ll clarify that my mobile phone was, of course, wrong. It’s the 27th March, not February that the clocks ‘spring’ forward and we lose a precious hour.

This experience, combined with the warm sun sneaking through the cracks in my black-out lined curtains, is making me impatient for Spring to hurry up and get a move on. The first signs of the new natural year, snowdrops, increased bird song and green daffodil leaves are only making it worse. It’s like these things are taunting us. “Spring is so close you can almost touch it…but you can’t have it for at least another month!”

As a teenager I would lie in the bath at my family home and sink as low as possible so I couldn’t see the tops of the leafless trees, but instead the expanse of blue sky, occaisional white cloud, and then, for a few minutes, I could pretend it was summer.

I like the sun. Winter makes me feel like I’m hibernating. Stuck in a holding pattern.Everything feels heavy and slow. Movements and brain waves. It’s almost as if the darkness of winter is a physical presence, pushing down on my creativity. Perhaps I’m solar powered? When the sun starts to shine (and it does on occaision through the winter months) I turn my face to it, like a flower, and it flows through me and energizes me and I feel buoyant and creative and as though there is promise of better things.

So roll on Spring. I’ll even give you an hour of my life as payment for the promise you bring.