contentment

I don't think there is anything in my life that comes even close to the joy I feel when I breastfeed. It fills a deep need to nurture that resides so deep in my person I didn't know it was there... The process of feeding another human using nothing outside of your body is amazing, incredible. I will be sad to stop but the time is drawing near - already my daughter has decided that feeding from me during the day disrupts her busy playing schedule so she only feeds before bed and when she wakes up (when I'm not working) and I think the morning feed is losing it's importance to her. It's good that it's drawing to a close naturally but I will miss it. Good job I'm not a full time mother or I think it would feel more important to me. As it is it will give me a little more time to learn all the fiendish music I have to play.
I've found a brilliant new eco-product. Soapnuts. They are actual nuts that when the shells are cracked open and they are mixed with water produce a natural soap!! You can get about 5 full washes out of a few nuts and your clothes have no horrid detergents and there is no pollution at all. Fantastic! It almost beats my favourite eco-aware product - the mooncup - but not quite..
I love that we read each others blogs all the time. I spend my less interesting moments of each day imagining your lives...and we all have such different lives yet there are real points of connection. I think we should be made into a film - about us and made by us; jessica can produce detailed psych portraits of us and a fairytale plot, image soleil can shot beautiful location and candid footage and I shall set the piece to music which will manipulate the viewers emotive state. It will be feminist and political and yet simplistic. And I think we should never quite be seen on camera so there is always something left to imagine.



I'm so glad the days are getting longer. It's lovely to have some light still in the interval of a concert and when I'm at home we get really beautiful sunsets over the fields. Recently a young barn owl has come to live in the wood at the bottom of the village and he silently glides over us each day at dusk like a lost soul searching...