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Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Healing Starts in the Garden


                                                            

"Healing starts in the garden".  This is one of my favourite quotes.  It might seem simple, maybe cliché.  You can imagine some old lady sitting in amongst her fragrant roses feeling surreal, whispering this secret to some small child.  

However, I seldom think of this quote without feeling moved.  Because the story behind it is so moving.  It’s a story of two girls in the Netherlands who with their parents hid and helped Jews escape. In their home during WWII the family built a secret room in which they hid the Jews from the Nazis, but the family was betrayed and arrested.

After the hiding place was found the whole family was sent to concentration camps.  Their story is told by one of the girls, Corrie Ten Boon in her book The Hiding Place. They survived many hardships that I find hard to imagine in my nice cushy well-fed, warm-bed life in 2011.  But they never gave up hope.

While in the notorious Ravensbruck concentration camp they talked about how, when they got out, they would open a big house for other survivors to come to, to rest, to be renewed, to be healed.

Corrie survived Ravensbruck and went on to open the home, but her sister, Betsie, died in the camp. Before she died, Betsie told Corrie that as soon as people arrive at the home she should put them to work in the garden, "healing starts in the garden" she told her.  Corrie later writes that she found this to be true.  People who had been through so much, lost so much, found healing amongst the flowers, the cabbages, the fruit trees.  It still amazes me that something so simple can be so powerful.



In my life I have reminded myself of this truth from time to time.  When I feel low, when something has sapped my strength emotional or physically, I find rest in my garden.  As I breathe the sea air, take in the majesty of the mountains, the simplicity of a flower, the fragrance of the orange blossom, the first little leaves of a new shoot, the simple bird song, something happens to me.  Stress starts to leave and rest starts to enter.



Its not just me either, more research is being done the effects of nature upon us.  For example, Roger Ulrich and his colleagues at Texas A&M University found that people who commuted along scenic roads recovered more quickly from stressful driving conditions than those who saw billboards, buildings, and parking lots. Ulrich also noted something he termed an “inoculation” effect: Drivers who had taken the scenic route responded more calmly to stressful situations later on.  More research shows that surgery patients that see trees and greenery out their hospital windows need less painkillers.

In Australia they have taken this one step further with building a 'park within a hospital and a hospital with in a park.  A hospital for children where they are "spaces infused with nature" that can 'speak to children and aid in the healing' (http://www.hphpcentral.com/article/royal-childrens-hospital)



I could turn this blog into an essay this week there is so much research in the effects of nature upon our mental, emotional and physical well-being....but I won’t.

I have a horrible stinking cold at the moment, and a looooooong list of jobs to do.  The two combine to make me feel extra dreadful and slightly overwhelmed.  I suddenly felt extra grumpy when I saw the dog jump the fence and go after the farmer’s ute as it went by with the hazards on......meaning only one thing......around the corner sheep or cattle were about to appear.

With my arms tightly wrapped round my tired body, a grumpy look on my face, my slippered feet shuffled down the drive way and out the gate to make sure the dog didn't get into trouble.  The fluffy creature joined me and we strolled down to the beach.  There we stood next to each other: the sun warming and soothing the stress lines on my face, the sea’s rhythmic motion bringing calm to my soul, and the relaxed sheep trotting passed us up to the pastures on the hills seemed to bring a slower pace to the day.  In those few moments as I paused to drink in the creation around me my troubles lifted, I felt a little better.  This has been my experience many times through my life.  As I plant a seed, spot the first seedling, then first bloom of blossom, it brings peace.

So if the aftershocks have got to you, or the job is stressful, or the housework is piling up, take a moment!  Walk outside, find a green area, relax, unwind.  Buy a pack of seeds, plant them and watch them grow over the next few weeks.  Get a plant for your desk, make a change!  

Bring creation into your day in big or small ways and take the time to stop and smell the roses.



I don’t have a recipe for you this week just an unchangeable fact that something grown by you, from seed, is the sweetest tasting thing there is.  So dig a plot, or get a small pot and plant a herb and keep it in the kitchen.  Trust me, theres healing in your garden.

                                                      My daughter with a home grown apple


Saturday, August 13, 2011

Comfort me

                                                                       

The news is alive with snow predictions.  Now two things happen when I hear snow is on its way.  Firstly my heart rate quickens and I become more excited than a kid who has just been told Santa is halfway down the chimney.  The second is my mind thinks mmmmmm mulled wine and comfort food.

On the last snowfall I came in cold and satisfied after rolling through the crisp untouched snow a ball until it grew to a snowman followed by having a snowball fight with my kids and the neighbours grand kids.  I had paused at the holiday home next door, glanced at the sparkly white, uninterrupted carpet of crisp snow and dreamed of making snow angles in the untouched blanket.  The fire was crackling when I got in and the marshmellows a toasting by three red nosed and happy children.


This time Im even more excited.  Because for the first time since the February earthquake I have a working oven.  So today I have prepared.  Lemon drizzle cupcakes are cooling on a plate (minus 7 that got eaten straight away).  Sponge as light as a snowflake laced with tangy lemon encrusted with sugar and dusted to perfection.  A lemon tart is also cooling, I plan to have this tomorrow as I watch the magic of floating white fluff dancing down from the sky.


Theres lots of lemons around and they are so versatile I love them.

Fresh lemon juice in a hot toddy when Ive got a cold, the sweet and sour mix of lemonade the kids make, squeezed over calamari, beef noodles or a salad, the zest dried and added to sugar to make cake dusting the possibilities are endless.  Its even great for cleaning!  I keep the skins with the squeezed flesh still inside. Slice them layering them in jars with chilli, coriander seeds, bay leaves and salt, squishing them down to let the remainder juices flow.  I'll give the jar a shake each day for three weeks until they are preserved.  Perfect for adding to Moroccan dishes or curries.



The day will start tomorrow with warm cinnamon rolls.  They are so easy to make.  Making up a batch of bread dough with a dollop of maple syrup in it.  I knock it back after the first rise, dust wit flour and roll out to a rectangle, then smother it with butter and sprinkle with brown sugar and cinnamon.  Roll it up and slice it into sections.  You simple need to butter and flour a big pan and arrange them in with a couple of inches in-between each one and pop it into the fridge until the morning.  They will rise nice and slow in the fridge and can go straight into the oven in the morning.  I like to give them an egg glaze before they go in to a 150degC oven.  Bake for 20 minutes until golden brown, take out and let cool slightly.  Drizzle icing over while still warm and enjoy.  TOP TIP: to keep the bread nice and soft I put a small mental bowl in the bottom of the oven while its heating up and then throw in 4 or 5 ice cubes when the rolls go it.  They steam away and keep everything soft and moist.



I guess even though I now live in a Country with Christmas in summer the associations with cold and celebrations are strong for me.  Im currently trying to resist rummaging around in the loft to get out the fairly lights and Christmas CD's!  I cant promise if it snows tomorrow you wont find me strolling up the road singing "Im Dreaming of a White Christmas".