karencostellomcfeat – Page 14 – When Life Gives You Lemons

A Grand Day Out

If anyone had told me at the beginning of this month that I would win a substantial prize for my writing; have an onstage discussion with two television presenters and end the day with a pleasant chat with a duchess, I would have laughed at such an outrageous fiction. But then, truth is often stranger…

It all began with a friend kindly forwarding a writing competition she had noticed in the Garden Museum newsletter. Fired with enthusiasm from my Artist’s Way tasks, I thought, ‘What have I got to lose?’ For a £10 entry fee, I could quickly establish if my notions of becoming a professional writer had any hope at all.

**Mementos of an extraordinary day**
Image: Karen Costello-McFeat

The work

I haven’t written fiction for some time and short stories for longer still, but the strange topic – Gardening with Secrets – almost spontaneously gave me the title ‘Whispering Grass’ from the old song by the Ink Spots. The cast of characters were soon ushering themselves in.

The deadline was mere days away, so having completed my blog, I set my brain to the task. All weekend I mulled over the story, the back story, my characters’ lives. A first draft was written, scrunched and disposed of, then a second. Time was pressing upon me. Finally, I had to get writing on the computer and wrestle this now mammoth tale down to a mere 1,500 words.

After an extensive edit and with only hours to go, it was sent.

Finding favour

Discovering that I had won first prize was, of course, a delight. Since I was notified so close to the event where I should read my work, I was not compelled to attend. However, the opportunity to visit this great house and be part of a wonderful literary festival seemed too good to miss. Juggling the logistics of dog, work and accommodation stretched our mental resources, but with the help of friends, we somehow we managed it.

And I am so glad we did. The entire day was like a box of delights in which having finished one delicious layer, another presented itself. Chatsworth House, the home of the Duke and Duchess of Devonshire, was our first treat. Built on a staggering scale, it is many times bigger than the usual pictures of the front elevation suggest and is surrounded by the most delightful gardens – all 105 acres of them.

**A grand house from any angle** Image: Karen Costello-McFeat

The house is, both architecturally and in content, worthy of museum status. On our visit, it was filled with the surprisingly modern private collection of the Cavendish family. It provided a pleasing contrast to the dark wood panelling and Grand Tour sculptures.

Throughout the grounds, further art was to be found like this whimsical installation of ravens – each unique.

**One of the many sculptures to be found here**
Image: Karen Costello-McFeat

Talks and tastings

Along with the prize money, the entrance to this rather wonderful event was included. Since we were there, we wanted to take part in as many lectures as we could. We listened to a gorgeous one on seasonal writing, another on a once famous Victorian lady gardener and went on a foraging walk, as pictured below.

Our guide was most entertaining; her knowledge of wild plants, edible and otherwise, comprehensive. She revealed to us the feast beneath our feet and encouraged us to sample a few ‘weeds’. Common vetch was my favourite: a tiny legume with adorable, lilac flowers.

The main event

I had been told that I would be asked to read at 4.45pm and I, joyfully, assumed that meant the audience would be composed of me, my husband, the compere and the odd soul who didn’t have much on that evening.

What they neglected to mention was that this was the finale event, with Alan Titchmarsh and a presentation to the Duke and Duchess.

At 4.30, it was not too crowded. By 5pm, when we actually started, it was fairly full. And as the tent filled, my confidence wavered. Yet, having watched the speakers before me give excellent and engaging talks, I knew I’d have to swallow my self-consciousness and do the same.

After a brief conversation between Alan Titchmarsh and Wesley Kerr, it was my turn. Years of teaching had given me the advantage of being used to talking to a large audience; albeit a rather less eminent one than the group before me. I took a deep breath and plunged in.

When I looked up, I saw smiling and encouraging faces and best of all, there was an attentive hush.

**In conversation with Wesley Kerr and Alan Titchmarsh**
Image: Jeff Costello-McFeat

Then I was done. The reading behind me, my conversation with the panel was a joy.

Afterwards, I was introduced to the Duchess of Devonshire. We had a lovely chat about Eastbourne – where they have strong links – and thanked the director of the Garden Museum for an amazing day.

A final treat

By now it was drizzling steadily and I mentioned to an elderly lady waiting for a buggy that I was only sorry that I hadn’t had a chance to view the gardens properly. No sooner had I said it than she hailed the next buggy and we were given a complete tour of grounds, which were as varied and splendid as Kew. The perfect finale to a garden literary festival.

**Beautiful Bakewell where we stayed**
Image: Karen Costello-McFeat

Such stuff as dreams are made on

I confess that I am still fizzing from the experience. It was so unexpected and so much greater than my imaginings that it feels quite surreal. Some weeks ago, I opened my creative journal with the famous Walt Disney quote, ‘If you can dream it, you can do it.’ Now is the time for dreaming.

The Edible Garden

As anyone who has read my blog knows, I am a great fan of gardens if not always of gardening. Since I am unable to do the strenuous work for more than a few minutes as a time, my role tends to be on the planning and planting side with a side-line in bindweed reduction. No, that’s not true. Almost all my gardening is the battle against bindweed and the bindweed is winning.

**A beauty and a beast**
Image: Karen Costello-McFeat

When a friend told me that bindweed flowers can be removed with a satisfying flourish when pinching the base, I have entertained myself like the Queen of Hearts in Alice in Wonderland declaring ‘Off with your heads’ as I decapitate the offenders.

Since gardening is such hard work, I have come to the decision that those plants rescued from the fate of strangulation by bindweed and starvation due to the greedy invasion of other plants, ought to give something in return. They should, in other words, be edible.

Here we go round the mulberry bush

A couple of years ago, we decided to plant fruit trees in our vegetable patch as part of our forest garden. Not seeing much point in planting the usual fare, I opted for a mulberry, plums and a quince.

Mulberries are a favourite of mine and we regularly picked them from an ancient tree in our local park. Unfortunately, my desire to educate all the little kids about the marvels of mulberries led to them picking them and then their friends picking them too. Sadly, now there are very few to be had, but quite a lot of purple stained children.

Mulberries are slow growing trees and I didn’t expect fruits for many more years; however, I was pleasantly surprised this year to see the tree bursting with tiny berries. They are now picked and stored in the freezer, waiting for a the time when I can combine them with apples to make jam.

**An old fashioned fruit that is a blend of blackberry and raspberry flavours**
Image: Karen Costello-McFeat

The joy of trees

The joy of trees is unquestionably that they are extremely low maintenance and often provide the greatest amount of produce. My huge apple tree gives me enough apples to last the year and requires only the occasional pruning. I hope my new additions will soon do the same.

Whilst I applaud the Queen’s initiative to plant trees, I suspect that establishing fruit trees would be even better. After all, they provide the same environmental benefits regarding absorbing carbon emissions and providing natural habitats. But fruit trees also lower food costs and reduce air miles.

**My first quince! Another old-fashioned variety. Delicious when baked.** Image: Karen Costello-McFeat

Even small gardens can have fruit trees in dwarf varieties or in pots. Personally, I would love to turn my lawn into orchard, but my long suffering husband suspects that it would make mowing the lawn an even greater chore. Perhaps we should just go for meadow?

Fruit canes and strawberries

For those who still think that trees are just too big, fruit canes like raspberries, currants and gooseberries hardly take up much space and can be planted alongside taller, flowering plants. (I don’t believe in segregating plants.) Strawberries are perfect in pots and hanging baskets and though I seldom get enough for anything at all, the few I ‘steal’ taste sweeter than any other.

**Raspberry for one**
Image: Karen Costello-McFeat

The herb garden

No garden should be without herbs. They are the most forgiving of plants and most pop up year after year without complaint or expectations of special treatment. You can grow them on the window sill, on the patio and in the beds. I have planted numerous mints in the hope that they will provide excellent ground cover and endless leaves for mint tea.

Herbs, for me, are what make salads special. Almost all herbs find their way into my salads and the addition of mint, which was recommended by a friend, is especially delicious. Rocket, which grows extravagantly in my garden, makes a much more interesting salad than a pale iceberg lettuce. A word of warning though: this is as enthusiastic a grower as bindweed and transplants itself with abandon. We even found some in our front garden, over a hundred feet from where they were originally sown.

**Wonderful two toned marjoram**.
Image: Karen Costello-McFeat

Herbs have the additional benefits being pollinator friendly while at the same time putting off unwanted pests. Strong scents act as a deterrent to invasive insects including mosquitos.

Though most of my herbs are flourishing in all but the coldest of weather, I usually pick and dry them after the summer is passed. They only need to be tied and hung upside down in a paper bag (to avoid dust and dirt) and then rubbed off the stems when fully dry. Many herbs freeze well too, so if you have invested in more of an expensive herb than you can use immediately, consider freezing the rest. (Check how to best freeze which herb.)

Floral delights

Of course, few things compete with edible flowers, which offer both beauty and subtle flavour additions. When the rocket or broccoli bolts, we eat the delicate yellow flowers. When the lavender has just gone past its peak, I often dry the stems for perfume or flavour.

Rose geraniums are my favourites and make exquisite rose geranium gin (made in essentially the same way as sloe gin). A culinary genius friend suggested using the larger leaves on the bottom of a cake tin instead of lining paper to give a Victoria sponge a delicate floral taste.

**Gentle rose** Image: Karen Costello-McFeat

Roses are a wonderful source of colour and flavour. Rose waters make a gorgeous addition to fruit salad and the petals can be made into jam or used to decorate cakes. Only organic and unsprayed roses should be used (as I would recommend for all other edibles).

And if you forget to pick them in time? Rose hips, especially those from wild, climbing roses can be used for syrups or just eaten like foraged sweets.

So now I have finished this, I’m off to visit my garden and see what treats it holds in store.

A Walk in the Park

Flush from my success in scaling the Belle Tout lighthouse walk, I was ready for more adventures. My husband took a day off on Tuesday to take advantage of the glorious weather and we headed to Sheffield Park Gardens, which lie about an hour away.

We also thought it was time to put our National Trust cards to use somewhere other than the Birling Gap car park. I confess my anxiety soared at the prospect of the drive and unfamiliar surroundings, since we haven’t ventured anywhere new since lock-down. But when the only fear is of fear itself, we can only do one thing: face it and manage our discomfort.

Being proper National Trust members, the first thing we did was head to the cafe for lunch (one must ease oneself in gently!) We ate al fresco in a little courtyard and were joined by several adorable dogs and a little robin who perched on the chair opposite mine.

**A table for three** Image: Arjan Stalpers on Unsplash

Sadly, for him, there were no scones on offer, but Hermione enjoyed a portion of our baked potato.

A leafy legacy

Sheffield Park is an arboretum on a huge scale. The number of specimens on display is breath-taking and their different colours, heights and branch formations give as varied a show as a well planned flower bed. Scotch pines soared, while the pendulous trees like willows added grace and movement. The rhododendrons had finished flowering, but the azaleas were in full bloom giving a startling splash of colour amidst the palette of green.

**A beautiful specimen with cup shaped flowers**
Image: Karen Costello-McFeat

And though this is a garden devoted to trees, there is always colour to be found. Trees flower at different intervals. (Yes, all trees flower, but you may have to look for the blooms, which may also be green). Throughout spring and summer there are splotches of pinks and purples, white and yellow peeking from the leaves. In the autumn, the trees put on their own spectacular display, which rivals a New England fall.

Understory

Tempting though it might be only to look up in such a setting, there is much to be enjoyed at the more humble, ground level.

As this was my first visit in a very long time with walking poles rather than my scooter, I decided that we should take all the obscure routes away from the paved paths. Tripping hazards of tree roots aside, it was well worth the effort. For away from the main pathways were the un-mowed areas filled with woodland delights. One field was liberally scattered with wild orchids. Foxgloves popped up all along our walk with the common, but equally beautiful, buttercups and daisies.

**Wild orchid** Image: Karen Costello-McFeat

The perfect balance

I love trees. If I had the option, I would live in a forest. The only thing for me that makes woodland even more perfect is the addition of water. At Sheffield, they clearly had the same idea and a series of lakes step down from the top of the park to its bottom end that peters elegantly into farmland.

We arrived just before the waterlily festival, but already the waterlilies were exploding into pale rose and deep fuchsia pinks.

**The waterlily pond**
Image: Karen Costello-McFeat

To my delight, I had managed a decent tour of the grounds – the many benches certainly easing my journey. And my anxiety? It began to dissolve at the sight of the first azalea bloom. Trees are good like that.

To the Lighthouse

Almost seven years ago, I suffered a catastrophic relapse that left me in hospital for ten days and effectively paralysed from the knees down. Modern medicine did its miracle and I was able to leave the hospital on two, rather wobbly legs. Newly diagnosed with MS and more than a little frightened about the future, I was also grieving for my past.

Not so very long before, I had led an active life-style: playing tennis, cycling and walking the Downs. The first two didn’t seem like they would ever be a possibility again, but the Downs? Would I someday, one day be able to enjoy at least a tiny stretch of them?

Though my walking was painful, slow and bearable for only very short distances, I set myself a goal: I would once again do the glorious walk from Birling Gap to the Belle Tout lighthouse. When I told a friend this, he smiled politely and gave me a kindly if pitying look. I don’t blame him. It was a ridiculous aim, a fantasy to keep me going, an insubstantial dream. But that’s the thing with dreams – they sometimes come true.

**The** **Beautiful Belle Tout Lighthouse**
Image: Karen Costello-McFeat

Last Saturday, mine did. It was a gorgeous early summer day and I’d just spent several hours writing in the National Trust cafe at Birling Gap. A little stiff from sitting for so long, I thought, why don’t I try the beginning of the Belle Tout walk? I’ll get some fresh air and see if I can manage the initial steep slope. My stamina for walking had been increasing for some months now and I was in a very positive frame of mind.

Shall I stay or shall I go?

So off I set, without my usual walking poles and without a companion, but the walk is so popular and so busy, I knew I could easily call for help should I need it.

The slope was mounted without too much difficulty and the joy of being up there, high on the cliffs, the blue of the sky stretching for eternity was intoxicating.

Downland walks are certainly not the easiest – tussocks of grass, flint, chalk mounds and uneven terrain constantly threaten to upset you and send you sprawling.

So to avoid such a fate, I ambled along studying the ground beneath my feet and the furze and flowers to my left. There were any number of tiny, chalk grassland plants including wild roses and beautiful conical flowers that I think were orchids. Chalk and flints littered the path, the latter being the source of Eastbourne’s wealth from Neolithic times.

**No ordinary rock – classic flint**
Image: Karen Costello-McFeat

When I looked up, I realised that the lighthouse really wasn’t so far away – I might just make it. Despite being a struggle, I covered the final stretch. For the final yards, I wasn’t entirely sure that my legs would cooperate, but we reached the wall and I was ecstatic.

The long walk home

The only problem now was that my legs were are shaky as a new-born foul’s. The walk back was going to be very slow and a little tricky, but fuelled by my success and not a little adrenaline, I headed home.

The winds were high, but behind and to the side of me, so that helped. However, I kept a very good distance from the cliff edge, as one great gust might well have sent me over!

**A view that made it worth the effort** Image: Karen Costello-McFeat

In what seemed no time at all, I was back at the car park, eager to return home and tell my husband of my achievement.

And that it occurred here was especially poignant. Birling Gap and the cliffs that guard the coast are my favourite place in the world. I have always come here and when things were especially difficult, I could manage to at least enjoy the views and the biting air crisp with sea salt. For years, I had parked in the disabled bay and with the aid of a stick, staggered to the cafe. Now, my blue badge seldom leaves my bag.

**View from the cafe balcony** Image: Karen Costello-McFeat

Reality check

Buoyed with this success, I spent the rest of the week in a delirium of joy. Perhaps I could overcome this wretched disease; perhaps recovery was truly possible.

But then, I went to visit my MS nurse yesterday and was forced to concede just how much my condition affects my daily life.

My husband had taken the day off and invited me to join him for a woodland walk with the dog. Tired from an early start and stressful hospital visit, I only just made it back with his support. By the end, he joked that I looked like one of the contestants from the Monty Python Upper Class Twit of the Year skit where they have to (and fail to) jump match boxes. The protruding tree roots were my matchboxes and equally challenging to get over. We ended our walk in fits of giggles.

Keep on dreaming

What I haven’t mentioned is the physical effects that such exertions have on me. Upon returning from my Belle Tout walk, I rested for the evening, slept for twelve hours and woke feeling that my legs were suspended over hot coals. Until early afternoon, I wandered about in a satisfied stupor until we left to see the Jubilee celebrations in a nearby village.

Not content with this one achievement, I’ve been stretching my capabilities all week, with the consequence of early nights and naps to combat the fatigue. I am truly exhausted and would happily fall asleep on a log. But, I am also full of hope.

No, I am nowhere near overcoming this disease and just discovered that the horrid night cough was what I dreaded most – a symptom of MS where you lose the ability to swallow. A solution? To sing. That is the kind of physio I like.

And what would I like you to take from this? No matter what your situation, pursue your goals. Don’t make them small, because you are afraid you may never achieve them. Make them big. The likelihood of my making it to Belle Tout seven years ago was about the same as the average Joe scaling Kilimanjaro. We can have no idea what we can achieve until we set our sights and try.

I really miss cycling and think that an e-bike might work…

The Space Between

Last Sunday, I experienced a wonderful example of synchronicity at my Quaker meeting. Having completely overdone it all week (and several of the weeks before), I was feeling exhausted and emotionally depleted. My desire to complete The Artist’s Way course properly meant that a further one to two hours needed to be found in my day to meet all my commitments. Yet, exhaustion meant my early rising was becoming less manageable and my routine of meditation and yoga was being squashed into the margins of the day. Something was going to have to give.

The meeting, itself a much needed source of quiet and reflection, was opened with a section of poetry. It went like this:

What makes a fire burn
is space between the logs,
a breathing space.
Too much of a good thing,
too many logs
packed in too tight
can douse the flames
almost as surely 
as a pail of water would.

From 'Fire' by Judy Brown

We all nodded, listened again and went on to our own thoughts on the matter. I suspect that everyone of us was aware of how our lives attempt to contain ‘too much of a good thing’. Our fear of missing out often resulting in our missing everything. (In my case, because I’ve spent the day resting or in bed.)

Making space

How do we make space when there are endless demands on our time and equally endless things to do and explore? This question has haunted me throughout the week. But I want to do everything; have a full social calendar; be creative; be Zen – my child self complains. And though popular culture suggests that ‘having it all’ is the most natural goal in the world, real life quickly reminds us otherwise.

**Fires and we burn brightest when we have air to breathe** Image: Max LaRochelle on Unsplash

The non-negotiables

Our first task in moving towards a more manageable life-style must surely begin with list of things that we absolutely have to do. These are what I consider the non-negotiables. Mine include all those activities that ensure I maintain optimal health for my condition. These include:

Sufficient sleep and rest time (ten hours per day) – yup, not a lot of day left already!
Yoga
Meditation
Cooking and meals
Personal hygiene and health care

Next, I’m going to add those other necessary activities:

Exercising Hermione
Maintaining a home
Down-time at the end of the day
Communicating with others
Work and volunteering

I’m now at 18.5 hours!

Things I absolutely want to do!

The Artist’s Way and creative work
Social activities

This leaves me with about 1 hour leeway for unexpected events like notifying everyone of my son’s engagement. It has proven a rather enlightening (if depressing exercise). But it is one that, should you also be finding yourself frazzled by the end of the day, might be worth doing.

We all have the same twenty-four hours and most of us have some control over how we spend them. Much as I’d like to make my day more elastic, wishing will not make it so.

Even with the wriggle room of holidays and weekends to catch up on housework, gardening and chores, we need to be careful to keep some of that time available for what it is meant for – a proper rest.

Space invaders

**What gobbles up your time?** Image: Bady Abbas on Unsplash

With so little time to do everything that needs to be done, we simply cannot afford to have others siphon away any of it. All our time is precious, so if we are constantly bombarded by those wishing an audience, we need to politely and firmly say no.

If, like me, this is really hard, we can make a mental check on the time available and say, I just have x minutes. I’d love to hear your news, but after that I need to go/get on. The same applies to phone calls. For persistent offenders, try to communicate by text. They can only write so much and you at least can read it at your leisure!

We are often pressured into attending events for which we have little appetite, but again, we should not be. It isn’t necessary to pretend to be busy or to justify our position. We can still be polite and decline. Perhaps the best answer was spoken by the inimitable Bartleby the Scrivener who when asked to perform unwelcome tasks said, ‘I would prefer not to.’

I really need to practise all of these.

Space to grow

Of course, the space between referred to in the poem above, refers to much more than simply finding time to do all the things we love. It means finding the space to grow and develop into our best selves. Those who garden know that planting too closely results in stunted or failing crops. Only when we have room to explore, to branch out, can we hope to thrive.

Further, when we have sufficient oxygen to burn brightly, we can share that fire with others, whether in direct action or an enthusiastic welcome to the world. Our energy can energise others creating a virtuous cycle of positivity. So if you think that finding space for yourself is selfish, think again. It is probably the kindest and most useful thing you can do for others.

**Burn bright and share your warmth** Image: Nik Shulianhin on Unsplash

(No) Reading Week

No-one can say that the universe hasn’t got a sense of humour. After last week’s post in which I smugly urged us all to reduce our screen time to allow greater creativity in our lives, I reached chapter four in The Artist’s Way.

And what should be this week’s challenge? Something far, far worse than putting down my phone. For a week, I am not allowed to read – anything. No books, no magazines, no on-line articles. If it is in print, I must avert my eyes. What kind of psychopath is this woman? I wondered. Artists are invariably readers. How will I survive?

**Bibliophile heaven** Image: Alfons Morales on Unsplash

Is there life without books?

Because reading is what I do. I am seldom to be found without at least two books on the go. I read the labels on packaging. I read the adverts on bus shelters. When it comes to text, I have no off button.

This last week has been a rather peculiar torture. At first, I found it almost unbearable. I wanted to satisfy my itch to read the news; to take a spare half hour to read my novel; to sink into the oblivion of fiction. But at the same time, it made me question, as I have never done before, my relationship with books, and it is not as healthy as I thought.

**What child isn’t encouraged to read?** Image: Tim Alex on Unsplash

The literary fix

If, as Marx suggested, ‘religion is the opiate of the masses’ then I would propose that books are the opiate of the middle classes. It is not only an acceptable narcotic, it is a positively celebrated one – giving us the highs and oblivion of a class A drug.

It suggests that we live in an ordered universe when we clearly do not. It’s a simulacrum that is seductively appealing. We argue about the big issues at our book groups and base our cases on fiction. Which is not to say that such matters should not be debated, but in my experience, it seldom leads to action. Just as Marx saw religious observance as hindering political progress, would it be too bold to say that fiction may serve the same function?

When we read, our sense of a just and fair universe is upheld. For even if a book contains much darkness (as the Narnia books certainly do) it is controlled and resolved by a higher power (the author). With the exception of the highly disturbing, The Talented Mr Ripley, we can count on evil being punished and good rewarded. If only this were true in real life.

**Madame de Pompadour enjoying a good read.** Image: François Boucher – Unknown source, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=518252

How things change

Books and reading have historically been the preserve of the rich: literacy and the cost of texts saw to that. Yet, when publishing became cheaper and literacy rates rose, reading became something that everyone could do. Free lending libraries being the final nudge towards the pleasure of reading being fully accessible.

We all assume today that reading and encouraging our children to read is the highest goal. Books = good.

It has not always been this way. The novel was viewed with suspicion (being, as it was, a complete fabrication) and possibly having ill effects on the morals of the young ladies reading them. By the 20th century (and I’ll ask you to forgive any errors here as I can’t check my ideas through reading) books were not only seen as an essential part of a cultured life, but literature began to be taught at the universities. One of the strongest arguments in its favour being that reading fiction would improve empathy and moral outlook. I’ll let you decide if you think that it has succeeded.

**Which is the fantasy**? Image: Road trip with Raj on Unsplash

That’s entertainment!

While we extol writers and readers as some kind of superior life form, we are forgetting that reading is, for the most part, merely a kind of entertainment. My reading is eclectic at best. I love literary fiction for its mastery of language, but I also enjoyed The Da Vinci Code (and I suspect you did too!) While we imagine literature as art and best sellers as mere pulp fiction, we are forgetting that each has the same aim: to keep us turning pages.

And there is absolutely nothing wrong with that. Come the end of this week, I shall return with pleasure to the printed page. After all, reading is the portal to vast quantities of information, stimulation and understanding. We can be transported in the luxury of our arm chair to distant lands and previous epochs. A good writer will make these worlds seem absolutely tangible. Yet, they are not. They are the airy bubbles of fantasy.

Even non-fiction must be approached with caution. The fashioning of a book requires a great deal of selection on the part of the author. What is omitted may well be as significant as what is contained. It is just less likely to support their thesis.

I’m not sure if these were the conclusions that Julia Cameron was hoping I would reach at the end of this week’s trial. Perhaps she only wanted to make me aware of how much time is absorbed in reading: time that might be better spent on something more creative. On that point, she has succeeded. Not being able to pick up a book or magazine has freed time to play and dream. Even having a few minutes spare, I found myself doodling or doing origami.

**A playful ten minutes** Image: Karen Costello-McFeat

Confession

I have had to read a little. With my students approaching their exams, I could not be unprepared for their lessons. I’ve also kept up with emails and texts lest everyone thought I had dropped off the Earth. That aside, I have not read at all. It has been a curious experience with the pull of the written word lessening each day, while my writing has increased exponentially. Having spent so many hours absorbed in books, I wonder now what else I could use that time for.

Books will always charm me, but I suspect their central role in my life has shifted a little towards the perimeter. They are the best entertainment, but like all entertainment, they are to be enjoyed when the work is done.

The Thief of Time

Popular wisdom has it that procrastination is the thief of time, but I would demur. That title, I believe, goes to the mobile phone or more specifically, those platforms that give us ‘free’ services to contact friends and entertain ourselves.

This thought is not especially new. Yet, it was brought forcefully to my attention when one day last week (which was admittedly my birthday), I’d managed to spend three hours on my device, most notably on WhatsApp. As someone who rarely knows the location of my phone and who has all notifications turned off, I was horrified. I don’t remember being on my phone that much. In fact, if asked, I’d have said I was only on it for a little while to reply to the lovely greetings. And that was the most disturbing part. It was an invisible thief who had stolen these precious hours from me.

**So many distractions** Image: Dugba Cauley- Hushie on Unsplash

Time lost

It was embarking on The Artist’s Way (https://whenlifegivesyoulemons.blog/treading-a-new-path/) that highlighted how little time I have to spare. Now, I need to find an extra 40-60 minutes for writing each morning, plus a weekly two hours for my artist’s date. I ran through my day and found very few minutes unaccounted for. Unwilling to ditch my students or my work for Citizens Advice, or attempts at learning Ukrainian, I was struggling to see where this time could be ‘found’. Then I randomly looked at my screen time. Result. That was where those lost hours were lurking.

You may like to look on settings to see your screen times. Are they more or less than you expected?

**Does time take us or do we take time?** Image: Nick Fewings on Unsplash

My goal is to reduce my screen time to around 30 minutes per day, allowing for longer times when there are special occasions like birthdays or celebrations. Since the average use of an adult in the UK is around two hours, and in the US up to twice that, this seemed like a reasonable compromise between remaining social and remaining sane.

Time regained

Phones, and the many platforms we use on them, were created with the specific intention of getting us on-line and staying there; enabling the ‘free’ service to mine our data or sell us goods. Designed with the same ingenuity as a casino, they quickly turn us into dopamine addicts, waiting for the next notification, ‘like’ or challenge. For a full and fascinating discussion of this subject, I urge you to read this excellent article from Harvard: https://sitn.hms.harvard.edu/flash/2018/dopamine-smartphones

**Do I have your attention?** Image: Krzystof-Hepner on Unsplash

So what can we do to foil such ingenuity? Here are some tricks we can employ to place our phones back in their proper role: as a wonderful device which connects us to friends and the wider world but that doesn’t annex our life.

Remove all your apps. Yes, Wordle is great fun, but it leads to Quardle and then to posting your scores on Facebook or comparing with contacts on WhatsApp. What starts out as a entertaining five minute time filler, ends up a daily obsession. As for anything like Candy Crush and other games, I think you know where they lead.
Consider whether your message is a call for approval or an exchange of information. So often when we post, we are actually hoping for an ego boost. How many people reply? How many likes do we receive? Are people showing sufficient interest/awe/envy at our or our family’s achievements? This kind of communication ultimately benefits none – least of all the writer, who may not get the verification they crave and in place of joy, feel deflation. Instead, enjoy the natural boost we all receive from connecting with others in a mutually respectful and friendly way.
Is a text the right way to express this? Few of us enjoy long texts and fewer read them carefully, so if you have something important to say, deliver it via email or even better by letter.
Misunderstandings Predictive text often leads to hilarious comments, but texts in their brevity also invite misunderstandings. I try not to convey anything of importance this way-not least because I often forget to hit send.
Telephone times The best way for me to restrict the siren call of my phone is to establish clear times that I will look at it. I’ve decided on first thing in the morning, lunch and after dinner. No-one is likely to feel neglected with such a small interval and I can reply in one session rather than dozens of distracting ones.
Make the phone less attractive Like those slot machines in Las Vegas which vie for your attention with flashing lights and garish colours, mobiles too are designed to lure your eye. There are two ways to resolve this: dim the screen and change to grayscale. The latter is quite tricky to work out, so I’ve linked this handy guide to show you how to do it. https://www.wired.com/story/grayscale-ios-android-smartphone-addiction/#:~:text=If%20you’re%20using%20an,appears%20as%20the%20top%20option.

**A quiet time to read** Image: Heber Galindo on Unsplash

Time is on your side

What I am hoping is that by reducing my screen time, I shall be opening opportunities for creativity and valuable nurturing time. I’m not there yet. This week’s average is 51 minutes per day, but it’s progress.

Even if we only shave an hour a day off our usage, that would give us an extra seven hours a week. That’s enough time to read a novel; spend an hour on creative activities; make a delicious evening meal each day or do whatever it is we would like to do but never find the time for. We are unlikely to ever regret not spending enough time on social media, but I think it very likely that we may regret not spending enough on fulfilling our desires.

Celebrate Good Times!

This week finds me in a celebratory mood. It was my birthday on Monday and my head is still fizzing with the energy and pleasure of the day. Blessed with azure skies, radiant sunshine and warm temperatures, my friends were able to join me in the garden for Prosecco and cake.

Thinking about the joy this party brought made me ponder the role of celebration in our lives. After a trawl through the cybersphere, I found what I was looking for: proof that celebrations offer more than an opportunity to indulge and socialise. Celebrations provide a chance to engage with others, often across generations; they dramatically improve our sense of well-being and focus our attention on gratitude over indifference.

**Lots of smiling faces** Image: Karen Costello-McFeat

Need to reduce stress and anxiety? Join a celebration

Hosting a party invariably increases stress, at least in the preparatory stages, but I can’t say that it has ever put me off having more. The pay-off far outweighs the efforts made and if you are lucky enough to be invited to one – even better!

Parties are, to put it in the simplest of terms, good for you. And the science backs this up. While we engage in socialising, our bodies are releasing a cascade of happy chemicals, enhancing our mood. These are: ‘Oxytocin, which is associated with bonding and happiness and is released when you’re around other people; noradrenaline, which skyrockets when you socialize and makes you feel energized and happy; and endorphins, feel-good chemicals that are released when you laugh, dance, and have a drink or two.’ (Dr R Froemke Shape.com)

**Raise a glass** Image: Amy Shamblen on Unsplash

Further, those celebrations that are part of our national, religious or personal calendar have a soothing effect on our psyche since at most rituals we know what to do and that is, in itself, consoling. Tricia Lavasseur explains that, ‘Laboratory experiments and field studies show that the structured and repetitive actions involved in holiday rituals can act as a buffer against anxiety by making our world a more predictable place.

When Skyping my four-year old granddaughter in the States, she had no difficulty in singing Happy Birthday to her Nana. As she grows, she will have endless opportunities to repeat that rendition and doing so will serve in giving her a tiny anchor of predictability in an unpredictable world.

That time of year again?

I always find it a bit hilarious when folks remark that Christmas has taken them by surprise. After all, it’s the same date every year. And like so many festivals, that is a part of its charm.

Our years are punctuated with such celebrations and there is a great deal of reassurance in that. We are marking, almost like a clock face, the turning of the year and with that acknowledgment (consciously or not) the ever changing and ever returning circle of life.

These fixed festivals give us the joy of anticipation, the pleasure of the day itself and out of the ordinary events upon which to hang the pictures of memory.

Let them eat cake

And festivals seem designed to be remembered. They are replete with sensory experience: physical contact, music, special food and drink, decorations and clothing. All of these help our brains lodge the event in our minds.

**The last slice!** Image: Karen Costello-McFeat

Better still, each time we repeat these pleasurable experiences, our memories are triggered to previous ones and our joy is intensified.

Re-Connecting

This year’s party felt especially precious after two long years of celebratory desert. It is wonderful to reconnect with friends again and the calendar has been pretty full of such reunions of late. As a result, I feel more energised and more cheerful than I have in a long time. If I need to rest the day after a party, so be it. But I would not miss it for the world.

And this kind of lift has quite far reaching effects, boosting our mental energy and making us better at decision making and coping with difficulty. (Dr Madeleine, thevidaconsultancy.com)

A chance to show you care and get creative

Celebrations are a perfect opportunity to show that you care. It is not the cost of the gift that counts, however, but the degree to which the giver has considered your particular interests. Mine were full of flowers and books and journals, vegan treats and gardening gifts.

**Radiant tulips** Image: Karen Costello-McFeat

Realising that people know you is a boost in itself. We all want that. While expensive, generic gifts may be what the shops want you to buy, it is the personal ones that are treasured.

Some used the occasion to bring their creativity to the fore with wonderful cards or brownies baked for my guests. Saving your host time in the kitchen is especially thoughtful. (My husband made the cake and sacrificed half his day off to waitering and washing dishes.) With the cost of living rising at a startling rate, we would be wise to remember that showing our affection need not cost us more than we can afford.

Tiny celebrations

Don’t have a date in the diary for a celebration? Don’t despair. Research shows that a tiny party of just four guests can be perfect too. Ask the neighbours round for a coffee or glass of something. Make it easy, so that they can return the favour and you can repeat the experience. Lock-down limitations have shown that an enjoyable event does not need to be an extravagant, highly populated one.

Make celebrations part of your day. My students are deep in revision for GCSEs at the moment and I’ve reminded them to fit little breaks into their schedule to reward themselves and celebrate learning what they have.

Personally, I love marking my day with micro parties for one. Taking time to make a proper mug of chai or coffee elevates the moment into something more than a refreshment break. Get out the good china, if you have it. A little self-care might well lift your mood enough to get you through those chores with a smile.

**Chai and biscuits. Just because it’s three o’clock**. Image: Karen Costello-McFeat

Getting in the mood

If none of the above has awakened your inner party animal, I have one last gambit. Music, above all, has a wonderful way of putting us in the mood. Just think of all the family weddings you have attended where suddenly the dance-floor is flooded because the DJ has selected exactly the right tune. It’s probably corny and almost definitely old, but it triggers within us memories of more carefree times. So, all you 1970’s disco divas, this one’s for you.

Yes, the old ones are the best.

Treading a New Path

Tempting though it may be to sink into the comfortable predictability of late middle age, that is definitely not for me. Life has always seemed too short to satisfy my rather boundless curiosity and now, of course, it is shorter still. So, when reading a fabulous arts magazine I came across the fourth reference to a book I have been meaning to acquire for decades, I took the universe’s hint, logged into eBay and bought it.

Some of you will already be familiar with this seminal work. The Artist’s Way was published in the early 1990s and is a standard text for all those wanting to pursue a creative path. Perhaps the title put me off (I’m certainly no artist) but it is written by a writer for all artists -whether working in the visual or literary spheres. It is equally applicable to anyone wanting to live more creatively whether they produce anything or not. If I had known quite what I was letting myself in for, I may have opted to purchase a novel instead, but now I have begun this new journey, I will have to finish it.

**It started with a book** Image: Karen Costello-McFeat

I am reaching the end of the first week and have completed all the assignments to date – yes, this is not a book to read but to work from. The primary assignment that continues throughout (and which most readers continue well after the final page in the book is closed) is a three page freewriting exercise. Sadly, the only empty notebook I had was an A4 Pukka pad.

Facing the blank page

Each morning I must fill these pages with whatever thoughts enter my mind without editing or reviewing. (I’m not allowed to read these pages for a further seven weeks.) It’s not exactly a diary, but more a stream of consciousness. Throughout my teaching career, I have taught students to use free-writing to discover ideas and solve puzzles. It is a technique I often employ myself, but doing it every day and to such a length (about 750 words) is another matter entirely. A full 45 minutes to an hour must be found in addition to that for meditation and yoga. (My early mornings are getting seriously busy!)

**What shall I write today?** Image: Karen Costello-McFeat

Confronting the blank page is, as always, a challenge. Yet, with the tight time constraints of my morning, I certainly can’t doodle or arrange paper clips as I might if more time were available. And what exactly do I have to say?

The answer is: a surprising amount. No sooner has my pen touched the page than I am off. Sometimes happily rambling, other times problem solving and occasionally coming up with a line or metaphor that I rather like. Since no-one is going to read it but me, I am free to do exactly what I please and this liberation alone is exhilarating. And once the three pages are complete, it’s time for the next exercise. These are all short, witty and often illuminating. I certainly enjoyed writing an imaginary letter to thank my wonderful English teacher who instilled me with a life-long love of literature and language. (I also rather relished the somewhat rude one I wrote to a domineering drama teacher who snuffed the tiny flicker of confidence I had in the performing arts.)

Facing your demons

Writing in this way has often been used for therapy. Expressing our thoughts and emotions freely in this form can be extremely liberating and clarifying. It is also a fabulous way to put events into perspective. When we see it written down, a huge and threatening fear becomes diminished by its representation through small marks on a page.

And fear is the greatest enemy for anyone wishing to be creative. Will it be good enough? Will it be appreciated? Will I be shamed for my efforts? All artists face these fears and having produced a masterpiece does not exempt you from them. I often think the successful artist has the toughest challenge in this regard. They are expected to be brilliant all the time. The rest of us are happy if one or two people say that they like it.

**Taking courage to venture into our own dark woods I**mage: Branimir Balogovic on Unsplash

A habit of writing – regularly and without criticism – is the best antidote to this. Writing becomes natural, subject to errors but also to revelation. So many of us do not write, even to dear friends, because they are frightened their writing will not be good enough. We are not aiming for publication, only communication, and whatever we say from our hearts will be perfect.

Artist date

The second regular exercise is what she terms the artist date. For two hours a week, you set aside time to pursue something that will satisfy your creative cravings. Perhaps you will go to a museum, buy art supplies, or take the time to make something. By setting this time aside in the diary, it elevates a vague desire into a definite commitment. This week, with my two hours on a quiet day ‘booked in’, I finally got around to a simple sewing project that had been rattling about in my head for ages. Amazingly, it was successful and I hope to be able to replicate this success in future projects.

If you were able to allocate two hours in a week (and I would hope everyone has at least that much time) where would your creativity take you?

**Who knows where this journey will lead?** Image: Levi Bare on Unsplash

I have only just begun and though I suspect that this journey in creativity will have its obstacles and frustrations like any other travel adventure, I am curious to see where it will lead. Will I revisit and revise my teen novel? Start writing poetry again? Find an entirely new way of exploring my creative needs? I have no idea. But then, the joy of an adventure is not knowing where it will end.

Morning Meditations

This last weekend, my husband was away at a trade show, so my normal routine of yoga and meditation in the quiet of my bedroom was disrupted. I had to get up early and let Hermione have her run around the garden. It was a beautiful day, so I decided to try it alfresco. Despite being a chilly 10 degrees Celsius, the experience was enhanced by the location. Weather permitting, I’ve decided to continue this way as far into winter as I dare!

It’s taken me a very long time to reach the point where I would not consider starting the day without these physical and mental exercises, but their benefits have been immeasurable. The good news is that one can start small and work up. I vividly remember the agonies of trying to concentrate through a five minute guided meditation every evening. Now my half hour, unguided one, goes in a flash. The key, it seems, is in regular practice (even if that is only ten minutes a day).

**The sunniest spot in the garden early morning**
Image: Karen Costello-McFeat

Finding what is right for you

I have lost count of the number of people I have spoken to who find meditation either impossible or something that they cannot seem to find time for. Perhaps part of the reason for this is that it is, as a product, hugely mis-sold. Meditation does not eliminate stress from your life (but it does help you deal with it); nor does it turn you into a calm, perfect human (though it might help smooth your edges) and most importantly, it does not require you to jettison all thoughts to reach a state of Zenlike bliss. Meditation, like prayer, is all about directing thought rather than obliterating it.

When random thoughts arise, we greet them and let them go, bringing our attention back to our point of focus. This may be our breath, a candle or a prayer. It requires discipline and endless repetition. The Dalai Lama continues to meditate for hours every day. Even he would not suggest that he had no need of further practice. So if you are looking for a quick fix, this isn’t for you. However, if you are looking for a method that has been proven to improve your mental and physical well-being, here are some approaches you might try.

**Thoughts, like clouds, drift across our consciousness**
Image: Karen Costello-McFeat

Ways in

If you look on-line, you will find countless and many very good sources on meditation. I have tried a number of them and have a rather eclectic mix that I call my own. The one that I think of as being the best way to begin though is the listening meditation, as it helps reinforce the idea of focus and requires no more from you than simply to sit quietly.

This is one that I love to do in the garden. Sit on the ground cross legged, or on a chair with your feet on the ground and back straight. (If you lie in a deck chair, you are liable to fall asleep!) Start to listen to all the sounds around you. As your meditation deepens, you will hear ever quieter sounds that you have probably never noticed before. You don’t have to close your eyes, but do if that makes it easier. Set a timer for at least ten minutes. Take a moment to return to the world and say a thank you for what you have heard.

Alternatively, you can keep the same posture and contemplate a specific aspect or even object – like a flower. As your focus deepens, you will uncover richer layers of observance. Again, do this for as long as you can and try to observe mindfully throughout the day.

Breathing meditations are probably the most common form. I use the Wim Hof method, because the breathing structure and breath-holds don’t give you much option to let your mind wander.

You may want to do this one lying down, as it can leave you a little light headed.

If you want to meditate throughout the day, taking a few moments to concentrate on the breath – filling your lungs fully and then feeling the air exit passing gently over your mouth – is a great way to ground yourself.

Devising your own regime

Perhaps I was a magpie in a past life, but I have a terrible habit of acquiring things and forgetting to let them go. My meditation practice is no exception. As a result, all the elements that I have found useful over the past ten years have now found a home in my current routine. I don’t recommend that you necessarily do the same, but I do think that it is helpful to take a flexible approach. One form of meditation may fit perfectly, another may not – or not at the moment. No-one is watching and certainly no-one is judging your performance. Do what works for you.

So what is my daily practice? It begins with a little yoga. The stretching and focus on my body seems to help me get into the right zone for meditation. What follows is a mix of Wim breathing, imaging and loving kindness prayer. The loving kindness meditation is a classic one and helps us find compassion in our attitudes to even those who are our enemies or simply irritate us to death.

The version I use, based on a haunting musical interpretation, goes like this:

May I be filled with loving kindness, may I be well

May I be filled with loving kindness, may I be well.

May I be peaceful and at ease, may I be whole.

And here’s the musical version if, like me, you enjoy singing.

This is performed by my very talented friend Elizabeth Harris with the equally talented Anna Hamilton

I begin my meditation lying down and with the breathing Wim advocates, then during the breath-hold, I do the loving kindness prayer. With each cycle of breathing, I add another loving kindness object. Starting with myself, I move outwards from family to friends to those I do not care for too much. Some like to think of an area they live in and move to the world. I do that sometimes too.

Towards the end, I focus on healing kindness and imagine my body repairing itself. I have exquisite gold tipped butterflies that inhabit my brain and spinal chord and keep it free from lesions. (Don’t laugh, my latest MRI shows it is working!)

During the final stage, I simply reorient myself in the world. (You can feel a bit spacey at this point). I observe all the beauty around me and give thanks for the privilege of inhabiting such a magnificent creation. And now I am ready for the day.

Nothing is perfect

If this is all sounding a little too idyllic, I should perhaps mention that I have a little helper when it comes to my morning rituals! Hermione would never wish to be left out of anything, so yoga is performed with care so as not to squash the dog under my belly and meditation is conducted between throws of her Kong.

Does this bother me? Not particularly. Life is never going to accommodate you perfectly and accepting interruptions, noise and distractions and working through them is very much part of the discipline of these practices. If we are waiting for the ideal situation, we would never start at all. So, let us begin.