tehomet: (Solstice tree)
Just a quick line to wish you all a happy Hanukkah, a happy Yule, a merry Christmas, happy holidays, and a serene end to the year. And the people going through rough times right now, I'm keeping you in my thoughts and prayers.

tehomet: (Blue teacups stacked)
My family and I held a coffee morning to raise funds for the hospice that provided nurses to look after my dad while he was dying. Thanks to the generosity of the people who showed up, we raised well over a thousand euro. :)
tehomet: (Herb tea)
half cup almonds
quarter cup sunflower oil
quarter cup tamari or soy sauce
quarter cup water
2 tbsp balsamic vinegar
3 cloves garlic, peeled
1 tsp dried basil
1 tsp dried thyme
250g mushrooms
1 onion, peeled

Preheat the oven to 350F (175C).

Lightly oil a baking dish.

Slice the onions and mushrooms. It's easiest to do this in a food processor with a slicing blade. Tip them into the baking dish.

Change the slicing blade for a chopping blade. Process the almonds until finely chopped.

Add the oil, tamari, water, vinegar, garlic, and herbs to the almonds and process again.

Pour the sauce over the vegetables and bake the dish for thirty minutes.

Serves four as a side dish.
tehomet: (Herb tea)
1 cup flour
2 tsp baking powder
1 banana, peeled
quarter cup soy milk
1 tbsp sugar, optional
handful of strawberries or other fruit to serve
maple, agave, or golden syrup to serve
oil for frying

Put the flour, baking powder, banana, soy milk, and sugar in a blender and mix until smooth.

Heat a frying pan and drizzle it with sunflower oil.

When the oil is hot, pour half a cup of batter onto the pan for each pancake. It's quite a thick batter so it's possible to cook two or three pancakes at a time.

When the pancakes are bubbly and glossy on top, flip them over and brown them on the other side.

Serve with syrup and fruit.

Makes four to six pancakes.
tehomet: (Herb tea)
1 tablespoon sunflower oil
4 large leeks
4 large potatoes
4 stalks asparagus
2 litres (8 cups) vegetable stock
a good grinding of black pepper and a pinch of salt
1 carton plain soy yoghurt or a cup of soymilk (optional)

Trim the root ends and any dead leaves from the leeks, and cut the woody ends off the asparagus. Peel the potatoes.

Rinse all the vegetables, and then either slice them thickly or run them through the large grating plate of the food processor.

Warm the oil in a soup pot and add the vegetables, sauteeing them over a medium heat for a few minutes, stirring often, until the leeks soften.

Pour in the stock and turn up the heat.

As soon as the soup boils, turn down the heat and leave it to simmer for ten or fifteen minutes until the potatoes are tender.

Ladle the soup into a blender and puree the soup until very smooth, being very careful with the steam, and then pour the soup back into the pot. Or puree the soup with an immersion blender, but I think a regular blender works better.

Add the pepper, salt, and yoghurt or milk, if using. Add extra water if the soup's too thick. Simmer a minute or two more, and serve.

- Slicing or grating the potatoes too finely will make them stick to the pot.
- Don't use white asparagus. White asparagus needs peeling which is a drag and it doesn't taste quite as good.
- It is possible to make this soup without oil; simply put the prepared vegetables in a pot with the water and proceed as per recipe. The finished soup isn't quite as richly flavoured but it is still terrific.

This soup makes six to eight bowls and came out so well that everyone, even the people who dislike vegetables, had second helpings. I named it in honour of the enormous bucket of frogspawn that Liam and I rehomed from the garden pond to the forest pool today.
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Medicine Woman

Medicine Woman
holds tools for healing in her magic basket.
Medicine Woman
dances in the moonlight and sings her prayers.
Medicine Woman knows herbs and signs, seasons and stars.
Medicine Woman is old - is young
is in between maiden and mother, mother and crone.
She is the part in each of us that knows deeply.
That sees clearly. That listens between words.
She moves between worlds.
Medicine Woman cannot be domesticated, at all. ever.
Even when we don't recognize her,
She is there. Always. Calling.
She has butterflies in her hair.
She has on red cowboy boots.
She can be found at the movies
with teenage girls on Saturday night.
She may get a tattoo of the Guadualupe
on her bicep in downtown San Franciso.
Or rollerskate through Central Park at 7 am.
She may teach workshops on tantra
or accounting or raw food or revolution.
She definitely runs with wolves and wolfey women.
She is fierce about many many things.
She is compassionate about, well, almost everything.
She plays hard. She takes action.
She tree sits and marches and prays.
She may paint glitter on her toe nails
and let her armpit hair grow, and her mustache too.
She is not one way, we cannot say,
oh yes, that is how she is.
Because she is the changing one.
She is the place within us that wants it all.
And wants to give it all up. And live simply.
She swims naked in the ocean.
She rides a motorcycle up the coast.
She paints, she writes, she dances, she dreams, she runs businesses.
She is medicine woman.
She heals the unexpressed in us.
She asks the question -
Who are you not being?

© Shiloh Sophia McCloud 2007


Feb. 17th, 2011 12:00 am
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Well, that was mental.

I had forgotten how crazy live gigs can be. I was right in the middle, ten foot from the stage, and it was moshpit central, although security kept trying to break it up. But good luck to them even trying to get in there in the crush. I'd have thought that being in a heaving mass of sweaty strangers would be unpleasant, but I just threw myself in and elbowed anyone who was aggressive, and actually it was fun!

My Chemical Romance are fantastic live. They played it like they meant it. Frank Iero is incredibly rock and roll, even in a dodgy green cardigan; Ray Toro is amazing and note-perfect; Gerard was excellent; and Mikey was cool. They came out in Irish football shirts for the last song, which was well-meaning but kinda bizarre. The new drummer guy, whoever the hell he is, was fine; even the two support acts (LostAlone and The Blackout) didn't suck.

The music was such a rush. I danced and sang and screamed my guts out for four hours, and now my face hurts from smiling and I ache all over.

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Some youtube links for your viewing and listening pleasure:

Greig's Hall of the Mountain King played by Apocalyptica. Come for the exquisite classical music, stay for the long-haired half-naked biker dudes playing it whilst on speed. Unf! (Thanks to Rakshanda for the link.)

White & Nerdy featuring the Doctor! Oh, how I laughed. And while I'm on the subject, how about the Doctor Who theme played on Tesla Coils? (Thanks to Itsaslashything and Maychorian.)
tehomet: (SCC come with me if you want to live)
I was cleaning up my hard drive and came across a text file of Seven Sunday Mother-Daughter Mornings by Hradzka (Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles). I just read it again. I can see why I saved it. It's a short and not exactly cheerful story, but well worth reading, in my opinion.

From From

Dec. 1st, 2010 12:04 am
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The always-delightful [personal profile] from posted about this brilliant vid:

the 11th

Nov. 11th, 2010 11:55 pm
tehomet: (The Crow)
Here's a poem Carol Ann Duffy wrote when the last British veterans of the Great War died in 2009.

Last Post

In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If poetry could tell it backwards, true, begin
that moment shrapnel scythed you to the stinking mud...
but you get up, amazed, watch bled bad blood
run upwards from the slime into its wounds;
see lines and lines of British boys rewind
back to their trenches, kiss the photographs from home-
mothers, sweethearts, sisters, younger brothers
not entering the story now
to die and die and die.
Dulce- No- Decorum- No- Pro patria mori.
You walk away.

You walk away; drop your gun (fixed bayonet)
like all your mates do too-
Harry, Tommy, Wilfred, Edward, Bert-
and light a cigarette.
There's coffee in the square,
warm French bread
and all those thousands dead
are shaking dried mud from their hair
and queuing up for home. Freshly alive,
a lad plays Tipperary to the crowd, released
from History; the glistening, healthy horses fit for heroes, kings.

You lean against a wall,
your several million lives still possible
and crammed with love, work, children, talent, English beer, good food.
You see the poet tuck away his pocket-book and smile.
If poetry could truly tell it backwards,
then it would.
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I had to get my car fixed today, which took two hours. Conveniently, the cinema is beside the garage, so I got to see Made in Dagenham, in a cinema which I had all to myself. It's a well made, life-affirming, inspiring film about women's fight for equal pay for equal work in England in 1968. I heartily recommend it to you. I laughed, I cried, I cheered... I took no crap off the mechanics while I was picking up my car afterwards. :D
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As revealed yesterday on Radio 4.

The source of the information was a Druid, at Glastonbury Tor.

He said he got it from reading the package information on a bottle of bleach.

It said...

"Stand upright in a cool place."

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