We live in a world where we are more connected than ever and yet at times, it feels like there is less connection.
Good friends can feel like they are miles away, when in reality they are just around the corner and strangely, many of us find closeness in those on the other side of the world. The on-line brings us into each other’s lives, thoughts and feelings in a more open way; yet sometimes it feels we share less with those next to us.
I often feel adrift: taking steps, losing my footing, tentatively stepping back in again… because like most people, I want – long – to feel connected, to share and be involved and yet, for me there is simply no comparison to a real hug, a real like and of course, real love.
We took our box of wooden handcrafted wares out into our community yesterday and it was heart-warming stuff. To see friends old and new, to feel the embracing arms of real flesh and to hear lovely real likes as we talked about our work, shared stories of our travels and told customers where their gifts started life, because it is important to us that they can hold that piece and feel the energy of where it came from.
One lady bought a simple pendant of olive in celebration of her daughter’s name. I told here where the wood had come from (Portugal) and they asked, ‘but how do you remember?’ and I thought… because I know the story behind it, I know the olive grove, the memory of sitting and sanding, of hearing the breeze through the pine trees on the hill and the sounds of birds and next-door’s donkey.
I remember the warmth on my skin as I worked.
(My reply was a little more succinct!)
When you make something with your hands, there is a real connection to the creation and yesterday reminded us of how much we love that, for without real people to share real stories with, sometimes it can all be lost in a sea of beautifully staged photos and mere glimpses into worlds we can never really know.
Perhaps, for me, this is the limitation of the on-line world, where celebrations, commiserations and jubilations are commented on in short sentences, or even shorter reactions, when what I long for is conversation.
Yesterday my conversations introduced me to Sew & Grow where I peered into dye baths and touched beautiful products, but mostly felt the enthusiasm of the creator that simply does not come through in a photo.
I was also inspired by Vintage Knit & Sew and her passion to re-use what we already have in circulation – we must! – and consequently we now feel a deeper sense for the need to source second-hand chains for our jewellery.
And not forgetting the wonderful Urb Farm who hosted this Autumn event in a space that has quite clearly been built with love and community.
Connection, for me, is something you can touch, see and feel. It’s all around us if only we step out and submerse ourselves in it, make time for those friends around the corner, take our wares out to be seen by real eyes. This world here on the screen is wonderful and wide and opens doors to opportunities and friendships we might never have had, but the smaller world, the world we all have outside our door, well that is just – if not more – as important, and it feels good to find yourself at the heart of it.
We plan to do more fairs in the coming months... I'll share them here, but if you're not local you can of course find Little Loquat on Etsy and Facebook.
Wandering = Movement = Freedom.
It is a stretching of limbs, and of mind. It is never standing still for long and yet, standing still long enough to breathe. Mountain, coast, forest, meadow… walkways, waterways, roadways; the life of a wanderer is a perpetual anticipation of next steps and new adventures.
Perhaps the attraction is in the new? The erasement of that which you do not want to remember because you find yourself lost in the absolute freshness of possibility. It is a running away; a running to, and I have a hunger for that lightness of step – that release – that comes, both physically and mentally.
The wandering life is lived deliciously simply, out of a bag… once upon a time (for me) on foot, but as a family: in a van, cabin, boat, cottage, caravan… shared houses; shared spaces – so many places and people found, so many adventures that have grown within us like a patchwork quilt and so many experiences we are endlessly glad for and yet, like any life there are periods of unrest… the flailing about on an unknown path without destination, the night-time awakenings given over to creatively developing ways to sustain such a lifestyle and then there are the waves of uncertainty, wondering whether the wandering life still works for the whole family.
On a practical level, living from here to there brings challenges… there is water to be collected, waste to be disposed of, laundry to be done with cold red hands – either from hand-washing or dragging a bag to the laundrette in mid-winter. Food must be prepared and cooked in tiny spaces and higgledy piggledy places while crafts, projects and colouring are limited and put out or put away to accommodate. Beds are endlessly made up and down whilst stepping over dogs – and each other. Pans and kettles are boiled for washing up… and washes, for showers can be taken only when there is enough solar power. There is paperwork in foreign countries; translations, invitations, conversations… a combination of sometimes wonderful, sometimes tiring things, because tiny little incidentals can loom large when you’re out of your comfort zone… and there is the endless packing up and unpacking; forever losing and finding.
For ten years now as a family we have wandered. Sometimes standing still, but never for too long and for any hardship this life has presented, there have been more than enough joys to balance it out. For every irritation such as living without running water for weeks on end because the canal has frozen, there has been felt a sense of accomplishment for being independent and resourceful. For every night spent uncomfortable, tired and lost on the road, there have been ten heart-stoppingly beautiful stopovers that remind you why you do what you do. For every anxiety arising from living in a different country there has been a cultivation of pioneering spirit and a warmth from locals that restores your faith in humanity… for every mean person, there have been five beautiful souls and for every frustrated word (or ten!) flying around our tiny spaces and big dreams, there has been nurtured a deeper love, admiration and respect.
However, recent months have seen our path edging into a different space and it has taken a while for us to navigate this changing route, to acknowledge our collective desire to stop, root down, maybe even belong somewhere for a while, in our own country. We don’t know for how long we will need this, but we know that finding ourselves in a house – our own house – nestled in a village between the sea and moors of North Yorkshire, feels right. We know that for a while, having some comforts and space feels as exciting as running away. We know that the connections our daughter yearns for at this stage in her life are valid and that being close to our extended family is important and we imagine (hope) that having such endless and boundless beauty on our doorstep where we can seek out plentiful micro-adventures, will allow us to weave these wandering hearts into our new chapter of standing still.
“I wrap my arms around my body, holding tight, and acknowledge that once again nature has taught me for as I prepare to leave this small Spanish village following a month of contemplation, I know I am leaving with the answers needed and the olive-shaped word rootedness firmly imprinted on my heart.”
I have been busy working on an article for Plants are Magic Magazine about my love for olive trees: where our journey together began, how they make me feel and most importantly, what they teach me.
It really is a blessing to be able to write from the heart and with deep honesty for nourishing publications such as this and I wish I could share it sooner than I will be able to, if only because it explains what’s been going on in our world since being in, and returning from, Spain, more than a month ago.
Alas, it won’t be out for a while yet, but hopefully I'll manage to get a little letter together sometime in March or April :-)
We’re currently in Spain enjoying some wood-working out on the terrace in the warmth ready to fill up the Little Loquat Etsy Shop in 2018.
There will be wooden ring presentation boxes, quill pens and a range of earrings and pendants…
Watch this space!
As a family we are about to close down for the festive season and are looking forward to a time of reflection and hibernation as our campervan wheels turn in the direction of Spain (East of Granada).
I imagine some time in the mountains will bring plentiful opportunity for creativity… writing projects are brewing and we're hoping to do lots of making for the Little Loquat shop.
Thanking you for your warmth and connection this year and Warmest Wishes to all friends and followers out there!
Sometimes I write an article for a magazine that really leaves me with a warm glow inside... Plants Are Magic is one such magazine.
Filled with inspiration for greater connection to the earth, you will find articles from artisans the world over so I was thrilled when Editor, Rebecca Desnos, asked me to write about the story behind my handcrafted family business Little Loquat.
My article 'Beauty in Nature' appeared in an issue focused on local and you can read it by clicking the image above.
After years of dreaming of Scottish landscapes, our van finally made it to the Highlands! and for us, the Cairngorms was the highlight.
The scenery as you enter this national park is simply breathtaking. The weather so changeable that there are a million colours and textures on the heather-covered hills.
I feel a freedom here – away. Such an expanse of space; of mountains. A place to think and contemplate, for sure.
Peace. Quiet. Beauty… like balm to the soul.
We have collected a fair bit of driftwood for future Little Loquat makings too …
The Little Loquat family were thrilled to see one of our hand-carved wooden spoons appear on the front of new magazine, Plants are Magic.
This spoon was hand-carved with love from a piece of driftwood found in Pembrokeshire, Wales. It’s so nice to find people who equally appreciate the beauty of items with a magical story.
Find out more about the wonderful work of Rebecca Desnos; botanical dyer, designer, maker, writer and publisher, right here:
My family business, Little Loquat, was thrilled to receive our first magazine review, which you can read if you click the image above.
The lovely JUNO magazine were very kind about our Miniature Gnome Tipi Play Sets … so much so that we’re currently beavering away trying to get more sets made and in the hands of more nature’s children in time for Christmas!
Here is where I explore and muse about life... share news of writing projects & wanderings and weave the words that crowd my mind, into little stories. Occasionally I also share some of the nature-inspired jewellery & gifts I make and sell at craft fairs or on the road.