“I think there needs to be a meeting to set an agenda for more meetings about meetings.” ~ Jonah Goldberg
My PA, Trish Lyons, turned up at the farm yesterday afternoon so we could have a staff meeting.
Staff meetings are important. We feel we approached it the right way.
The first thing we did was have a cup of tea.
Then we went for a walk and fed the cows.
The sun was getting low in the sky by then so we made a snacks platter, got the log fire going and got a roast dinner ready for the oven.
We then ate the snacks platter and the roast dinner.
After which it was time for bed.
Today Trish will have a sleep-in while I go down to Byron Bay to get some acupuncture and Lyme treatment. Then we’ll regroup, make more cups of tea and sit on the verandah with our notebooks and flipcharts and a Zoom hotline to Love, our other team member who can’t join us in person (We miss you, Miss Love!).
One of the most important things I have learned is that if you wouldn’t invite a person to your home, or share a meal at your table with them, then they’re not the right person for your business.
I’m really blessed to have a great work team who are also my good friends.
Today we’ll finalise our gorgeous new 2020 Planner before it goes to the printer, our courses and program for the rest of this year and our new Academy of Learning for 2020. I’ll update you as soon as we’re done! I imagine this will be a multi-cup-of-tea and snacks kind of day.
“If I had a flower for every time I thought of you… I could walk through my garden forever.” ~ Alfred Tennyson
Yesterday was July 4. It’s our niece’s birthday. It was our first dog Charlie’s birthday, Charlie who is now Harry. And it was Kate’s birthday.
Kate was such a dear friend. I met her hanging over the fence at my Auntie Doff’s when I was a kid – both of us in primary school. I was a goody-two-shoes. Kate was a foster child, a tough kid and ‘bad girl’ who secretly had a heart of gold, a wicked sense of humour and a shared love of books. She became my penpal at a time when people used to write letters to stay in touch and we became entwined in each other’s lives, using each other like a ‘Dear Diary’ and witnessing each other’s trials, tribulations and wobbly successes.
She died in 2010 and yesterday, July 4, she would have been 49 years old.
Kate was a crap cook, and a lover of junk food, a killer musician, circus and aerial artist and street performer. She was famous for her cupcake kebabs and Horses Doovers Towers – her only two and best dishes!
It’s been nearly ten years since she passed. Still, sometimes I find myself thinking that I’ll call Kate or send her some stupid Facebook thing I know she’d love. Sometimes the grief I feel and the still-missing-her is ferocious. I never knew it could continue to take my breath away at unexpected moments after all this time.
My friend Carls (none other than THE Carly-Jay Metcalfe) was a mate of Kate’s too and we always remember Kate on her birthday, message each other and make sure to eat cake. Kate would have been all for that. She was a girl who loved life and lived it hard.
The older I get the more my heart is marked by those strange unhealable wounds that are created when a loved one has left this life. I’m glad for those wounds, and for my dinged-up battered heart. I feel these departed loved ones around me still and they live on inside me. I still talk to them. I still think about them. I still hold them close.
And sometimes, just sometimes, I miss them so much I can hardly breathe.
“We are always told that anyone over the age of eighteen should know what they are doing. The fact is, they don’t.” ~ Rae Earl
One of the most important lessons I ever learned in life came from a trip to the corner store at the end of the street.
I was cooking dinner and realised I had run out of potatoes. Ben walked with me for the company and busied himself at the front counter while I rifled through the potato bin. He bought himself a bag of mixed lollies (candies), all counted out into a striped paper bag.
I paid for my two potatoes and then reached out for a sweet. ‘Hey,’ said Ben pulling the packet out of reach. ‘These are mine. If you want some, get your own!’ He was joking, but it made me realise something.
Lollies? I never bought lollies. I hadn’t bought a bag of sweets like that since I was a kid and my pa would give me fifty cents to buy some in the holidays. ‘Okay, I will!’ I said defiantly. It was wonderful to choose them, and on the way home I felt like a kid as I let myself eat a couple right before dinner – something my mum would never have allowed. By the time we got in the front door Ben’s bag was empty. I told him off for ruining his dinner.
‘Nic,’ he said, ‘I’m a grown-up. I can do what I want. I would have eaten them all before dinner or after dinner, but I ate them now because I felt like them and they were delicious. That’s the thing about being an adult. You get to choose.’
It might sound weird but that was a revelation for me. I’d grown up in a strict household, and I carried that strictness and all of those rules into my own independent life. But now there was no-one to tell me what to do. I could do what I wanted. I was an adult. I didn’t even have to eat my dinner if I didn’t want to. I could just eat my bag of lollies.
That freedom of being able to eat breakfast cereal for dinner, to not make your bed or to stay in pyjamas all day can be an awesome thing. But so often we only use that freedom adulthood bestows upon us to make childish or insignificant choices. The rest of the time we let life happen to us, or we make a choice once and think we can no longer make another. These July energies support change and I want you to understand that as an adult there are many other things you can use this superpower of choice on.
You can choose to give up smoking. You can choose to get a better job. You can choose to stay and work on a marriage with problems. You can choose to leave a bad relationship. You can choose to sell everything up and travel the world. If you’re stuck, if you’re unhappy, if something’s not working YOU CAN CHOOSE SOMETHING ELSE INSTEAD.
What will you choose in July?
Much love, Nicole xx
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“The only way love can last a lifetime is if it’s unconditional. The truth is this: love is not determined by the one being loved but rather by the one choosing to love.” ~ Stephen Kendrick
I had a laugh with my sister yesterday. ‘Oooh,’ she said, ‘you blogged a recipe!’ We both knew what that meant. It meant that I was in overload and needed to sit in my humanity for a while. (I wrote a whole blog post about it here.)
Why was I in overload? A few days ago I wrote about a 12-year-old boy, Matt, who attempted suicide in the fallout from Israel Folau’s (the boy’s football idol) Instagram post about homosexuals going to Hell. Matt has known since his earliest memories that he was gay, and under immense pressure he nearly succeeded in taking his own life this week because he was worried that God had made a mistake in making him a homosexual and he felt ashamed, worthless and a burden to his family.
I wrote that post about Matt because words can kill just as easily as a coward’s punch. One punch can kill but so can words – too often we forget about mental health. As Jason Masters wrote in a recent article about repetitive and cumulative trauma, ‘We all know the saying ‘The straw that broke the camel’s back’. Cumulative trauma is a real issue within the LGBTIQ community.’ Israel Folau’s post, his stance on homosexuals and the huge public support for Folau was that straw for Matt.
I wrote that post because I wanted to stand with the LGBTQIA community and let them know that I support them. I wanted kids like Matt to know that being gay is normal, nothing to be ashamed of and that they won’t be going to Hell. I also want psychics and people who identify as empaths and intuitives to know that they are normal too. These are not ‘lifestyle choices’. Being gay or non-binary in your sexual orientation, being psychic or an empath or intuitive is the way you are born. It’s normal and natural and I stand for a society that is inclusive and accepting of the diversity that has always been part of our humanity.
In response to that post and its re-posting and sharing on other social media platforms, my inboxes filled up with hate mail – none of it from anyone I know.
Here are a few examples:
You are a tule (sic) of Satan, Wych. If you come to my country you wud be stoned to death and I wud help.
Rot in Hell, witch-bitch gay-lover. If I ever meet you I’ll slit your throat. (I reported that one to the Police.)
Israel Folau spoked with GODS POWER and his love for people wuz trying to save them from SIN and HELLFIRE. You are a stoopid slut and you will burn in HELL. Fags will burn 2 unless they REPENT.
You have condemned yourself, your family and and their families to eternal Hell. Their only hope is to be Born Again under merciful Christ. There is no hope for you and I pity and abhor you. You disgust me.
‘get on your knees in front of GOD you witch bitch and suck my dick. how dare you disrespect da man IZZY and GODS WORD. You and all the dick suckers can go to HELL. REPENT SINNERs!’
That last one actually made me laugh. It reminded me of schoolboys making taunts at girls from the safety of the back seat of the bus.
Curious, I checked that man’s Facebook page. He supports the Silver Ferns Netball Team and the New Zealand Rugby Team. He likes fishing and The Voice on TV. There are photos of his little girls jumping on a trampoline, his wife and his mum serving up a big Christmas lunch to a huge group of people at their Church, his young son playing Auskick football with a bunch of other tiny little boys in huge jerseys. He looks like a decent, kind family man. A man I’d be happy to have as a next-door-neighbour. A kind Christian family man who wants me to suck his dick and go to Hell.
Days later I’m still receiving messages just like those.
The volume of hate mail shows me how many people feel like this. It’s not an isolated thing. It makes me sad. Sad that these men (they are all men!) are so angry, so righteous, so full of venom and hate, so duplicitous that they can live a normal happy life with their family and then shoot off a quick bile-filled message to me, a person they’ve never met. Would they say those things to me in front of their children, their wives, their mothers, their Ministers or congregations? Would they say them in public, or in front of my husband? Probably not.
I’ve included all of them in my daily prayers and meditations. I just want to surround them with Love until that’s what they feel, until Love replaces all the hate and judgement and insecurity and fear and anger and pain inside them.
Dear Haters, I don’t hate you back. I love you. I forgive you. I wish only good for you and your families. May you know peace and love for all your days.
“Do your little bit of good where you are; it’s those little bits of good put together that overwhelm the world.” ~ Desmond Tutu
Can you do me a favour?
Be kind to yourself today. Be kind to those you meet. Smile. Give encouragement, or a compliment. Even if your own road is hard, or your heart is breaking, or you have nothing left in the tank.
The Universe acts in response to and amplifies energy. So every act of kindness anchors love and goodness and helps counteract those other energies – the ones that would tear us apart and break us down to rubble.
Be kind to yourself and everyone you meet. Life’s road is sometimes hard and you don’t know what positive ripples will flow out from you in life-changing ways just by living from your heart-space.
Thank you, and much love, Nicole xx
PS – I’m grateful for the outpouring of love and support for Matt and his family, and for the kindness and care you’ve shown me after yesterday’s post. Matt is off life support, but still in ICU. He’s stable and he and his family are being well looked after. As expected I ended up with an inbox full of hate-mail so your love was a beautiful counter-balance to that. I needed that sunshine on such a hard day. Thank you <3
“Encourage yourself, believe in yourself, and love yourself. Never doubt who you are.” ~ Stephanie Lahart
*Note – names and details have been changed to protect the identities of those involved.I have been given permission to post this story on the condition that this family remain anonymous. It’s a long read and an important one. Maybe make yourself a cuppa before you start.
One Saturday afternoon in Brisbane a few months ago, I heard a knock at my door. There stood a sweaty eager-faced young boy with grazed knees, clutching a bicycle helmet and a grubby envelope. His bike, wheels still spinning, was laying on the lawn in my front yard.
‘You’re Nicole Cody, right?’ he said. ‘I’m Matt. My parents have seen you. You know, Julie and David Smith. I’d like to see you too please.’ He handed me the envelope which was stuffed with five and ten dollar notes. ‘That’s my mowing money. Is it enough?’
I handed back his money, got him to stow his bike in our garage and invited him upstairs into my office. ‘No charge,’ I said. ‘Let’s just have a chat instead’
And then Matt told me his problem, cracking my heart open with his honesty and self-awareness.
‘I’ve got a big problem,’ he said. ‘You see, I’m gay. You know, a homosexual. I’m sure about that. I was born this way and I’ve known since I was little. I’m only twelve, so I’m not sexually active yet, but I’m attracted to men, not women. I’ve already had crushes. Not with my friends or anything. Just with people on TV and stuff. You know, all kids get crushes. When I was little I wanted to marry Justin Bieber. I thought you could marry anyone when I was little, but now I’m old enough to know better.’
‘So this gay thing is a problem for me right now,’ Matt continued. ‘You know Dad was a footballer, and my older brothers are all good at football, and I love playing football and maybe if people know I am gay or if my school knows they will ask me not to play any more, or my friends won’t want to be around me in case I fall in love with them, but I don’t think it works like that anyway. And it gets even worse than that. It’s a lot of problems.’ He sighed heavily.
I asked him to tell me more.
‘The biggest problems are all mixed up together and they are that I haven’t told my parents yet, and I’m worried about what they will say or maybe they will be ashamed of me or they won’t love me the same way any more. Right now they love me and they don’t know, and we don’t have any gay people as our friends so homosexuality is not a thing they know much about.
‘I don’t think they’ll be happy about my news. Dad was against the Gay Marriage Bill. Then when we were at Church last weekend the Minister was really negative about gay people and their lifestyles. I’m not sure what he meant but he is God’s representative and I really like him. So that upset me because if he knows I am gay he won’t approve of me and he won’t like me anymore, or maybe he will need me to leave that church, or maybe he will ask me to change but I prayed and prayed to God to change me already and nothing ever happened.’
Matt started to cry. Tears trickled down his cheeks and I slid a box of tissues over to him.
‘Keep going,’ I said. ‘I’m listening.’
‘Well, there is this footballer. His name is Israel Folau, and he is one of my favourite athletes because he is so good and talented and he wrote this thing about gay people and how we are going to Hell and so that’s two people who are important to me and both of them are telling me that I am a bad person and a faulty person because I am gay. I follow Mr Folau on Instagram and that’s where I saw this.’
He’d saved a copy of the post on his phone, and he showed it to me.
I noticed that Israel Folau would probably include me and most of my community under the label of ‘witchcraft’. I’ve been up against this kind of ignorance before.
‘That must have been difficult for you to read,’ I said, ‘especially coming from someone you respect and admire.’
‘It was. Really difficult.’
Matt looked suddenly smaller in the chair. He was just a boy, after all. A boy who should have been out playing footie with his friends.
He started again. ‘I know you are not a minister but my mum says you are really wise and a kind of Earth Angel and so I thought you would know the answer to this big question I have that is all I can think about.’
I nodded encouragingly. I couldn’t speak for the lump in my throat.
‘My question is…’
He paused and then his voice got so quiet that I had to lean in to hear him.
‘My question is does God make mistakes, and am I just a mistake?’
It took all I had not to cry with him.
He kept going. ‘Israel Folau says that I am going to hell with the drunks and liars and thieves and other bad people. I am only twelve and I am trying my best. I thought God loved me but now I don’t know anymore. I just feel bad and ashamed. I don’t know what to do.’
Then he said the thing that made my heart stop.
‘It makes me feel so bad that I wish I was dead. I think everyone might be better off without me if I can’t fix this problem.’
The boy was crying so much now that he was a tear and snot-soaked mess. We talked some more about how God is Love, and that if God is Love then God can only have love for Matt and that he wasn’t a mistake at all. He was simply part of the beautiful diversity that is humanity. When he was calm I made him a cup of tea and then I rang his mum, Julie. She came straight over and I supported Matt while he had a very hard conversation with his mum about his sexuality. Both of them cried and we all hugged and Julie promised her son that she still loved him and that everything would be okay.
Then Julie sent Matt downstairs to put his bike on the racks on the back of her car. ‘I’ve thought that he might be gay ever since he was two or three,’ she said. ‘And of course his Dad will be okay with it. It’s 2019. We’re a modern family. All we want for our boys is that they are healthy and happy.’
‘Did you know he’s been thinking about harming himself?’ I asked.
Julie went pale. ‘No,’ she said, her eyes filling with tears. ‘Okay, thanks for letting me know. I’ll take him home now and we’ll get this sorted.’ We hugged again and she drove away.
I was deeply affected by my visit from Matt. Matt’s homosexuality is not a ‘lifestyle choice’. He is a child of only twelve. He was born this way and has felt this way since his earliest memories. As Israel Folau might see it, Matt was made that way by God. If God is all-powerful and all-loving, then this is no mistake but an act of pure love. Matt is a clever, kind, funny and sensitive boy who is popular at school, a good sportsman, an active member of his church and a good citizen. It devastated me to see him feeling so judged and condemned that he was contemplating self-harm.
Like Matt, I struggled as a child, being different to others and feeling like I was ‘a mistake’. I was born the way I am too. I am psychic. I’ve been this way all my life. I can’t change it. It’s hard-wired into who I am. It took a long time for me to be open about my abilities as an adult for fear of being judged. Many Christians have ridiculed, humiliated, judged and bullied me. I’ve had people refuse to sit beside me at conferences after finding out who I am, quoting Leviticus (the Bible) to me: “If a person turns to mediums and necromancers, whoring after them, I will set my face against that person and will cut him off from among his people.” and “A man or a woman who is a medium or a necromancer shall surely be put to death. They shall be stoned with stones; their blood shall be upon them.” I don’t believe that. I believe that we come from Love and return to Love, and that love and kindness are more Godly than judgement and cruelty.
Julie rang me late yesterday. Matt is in hospital after a suicide attempt. He’s twelve. He’s a great kid who has been terribly distressed by everything that is happening right now about Israel Folau’s fight with Rugby Australia over Folau’s right to freedom of speech, and about Matt’s idol’s continued stance on homosexuality as a sin against God.
Israel Folau, I support your right to your own opinion and to practice the religious beliefs of your choice. But you are also a role model and a public figure representing your country, a club brand and a sporting code. As part of that code, and your acceptance of your role within that code and the pay packets you received as an employee of that code, you had a duty of care to uphold the values of that code and to not do harm to your fans and supporters. You have failed that duty of care.
I am struggling to find the words right now for the fallout your post and subsequent actions have created. If any good is to come of it, then I hope that is this – we start having the conversations we need to have around these issues, and that we can find a way forward as a community that is inclusive, compassionate and kind.
“Let your community be your testimony.” ~ Jaco Strydom
I’m busy creating an online Learning Academy for next year. Why? I’m so darn passionate about helping you to connect to your inner wisdom, intuition and psychic abilities. And you can get access as a Foundation Member now by joining my YOM Community. (Ready to jump in? Click Here)
Imagine that you are lost, stuck, miserable, confused or hating on yourself. You don’t know what to do. You don’t know how to help yourself or how to move forward.
Imagine that you’re full of ideas, but they all lead in different directions and you don’t know which one to choose.
Imagine that you always lead with your head, but that your heart – your intuition – often shows up and gives you a different take on things which you always ignore. Afterwards, when your head was wrong and you wished you’d listened to that inner knowing, you wonder why you always second-guess yourself.
In each of these situations, your intuition and inner knowing is a compass that can guide you forward. Most people have just forgotten how to use it and I know how to show you!
I’m passionate about helping people to reclaim their natural intuitive and psychic ability, to stop being afraid of it, and teaching them how to use it in their daily lives. The change I want to make in the world is to teach you how to reconnect with your own inner knowing and natural spirituality and to understand that being empathic, psychic, sensitive and intuitive is normal and good. Being intuitively connected empowers us to know ourselves, to become self-aware, to live more authentically and to become more confident in ourselves, our direction and our decisions. It helps us to live as better and more satisfied versions of ourselves. Yep, that’s the world I want to live in. That’s why I want you to join my membership community.
If you’re ready, and if you’re looking for a teacher and mentor, I’m here. And so is a beautiful community of like-minded souls. Come join us. All my love, Nicole xx
Not convinced? Let some of my YOMMERS give you their feedback on what it has meant to them to join my community:
I just needed to drop you a line to tell you how excited I am about the Academy Of Learning that you are creating for our tribe! I know that there are many people out there that read your blog like I have and are just timid about signing up to join the YOM community. Maybe they are like I was, and think it is just a daily planner. OH, but we both know it is more than that. Lets see….I started following your blog back in 2012. Your free guided meditations and blog helped me get through cancer treatment and the death of my mom. I loved your Kimberley stories, and occasionally you would put some journal activities for us to partake in. Then you created your YOM planner, and community….and I was like….I don’t do planners. If I had KNOWN that it was much more than a planner, I would have joined then. However, I was slow to the take….but I did join GeSHiDoMo in 2017, which came with a online group. By being in that group of such welcoming ,wonderful people, I was convinced to join the YOM community for 2018. Talk about a life changing year for me! Wow! By February 2019 I was on a plane to Australia going to your Advanced Channeling Retreat! I had never been overseas in my life! The Tribe and you (Ben and the dogs, too) so embraced me and let me feel so welcome! I think about that so much. People I had never met in person offering to let me stay with them, pick me up from the airport….DRIVE ME FROM BRISBANE TO BYRON BAY….I tear up now thinking about it. The retreat was all I could hope for and more, and I now have life long friends that I so cherish. Most importantly, I had been looking for my teacher for a very long time on my spiritual quest. I remember reading this particular blog post. https://cauldronsandcupcakes.com/2018/03/08/last-one-standing/ and thinking “I have found her.”
You are such a profoundly inspirational writer as well as teacher, I think your own writing will sum up what I love about you the most. https://cauldronsandcupcakes.com/2019/02/20/the-authority-of-soul/ Incidentally, when you wrote this I was on retreat with you…..I remember coming out of retreat and reading this…thinking yes. This is exactly why I love this woman as my mentor, friend and fellow traveler. To quote your own words:
“One of the things that is most important to me as a metaphysical teacher is for you to understand that your ultimate power lies within you, your ultimate authority and wisdom also. This is YOUR life, and when you learn to tune in to your own wisdom you become empowered to make the decisions that are right for you. No-one knows you better. And everything I teach is for the purpose of helping you know yourself, to connect you to your inner wisdom and to help you forge your own considered path in the world.”
I just really wanted to give my deep heart filled thanks to you and your team. I look so forward experiencing the YOM community evolve into Your Academy For Learning., and where this will take the tribe and myself next.
You wrote in a blog once….”If you are looking for a teacher, here I am”…….and yes you are. Always.
I have been using the ‘Year of ME’ planner since 2016 and to say it has been life changing is not an exaggeration.
The one thing I love about working with Nicole and her diary is that she has a knack of empowering and guiding you without you ever feeling like you’ve got it wrong or you don’t belong.
What do I love about the diary the most? It helps me get clear about ‘everything’ in my life, on a daily basis, a weekly & monthly basis and quarterly. The reviews I feel are what I find most helpful plus I can work at my own pace.
Plus you’ve got the added bonus of the FB group which is so supportive & respectful of each other.
Some folk turn on the TV in the morning for the news, but I go straight to my inbox and look for “Cauldrons & Cupcakes”…Nicole is the BEST guide & I feel so blessed to be part of this community, and I’m sure you will too
It has given me the gift of myself. It has reconnected me to long forgotten pieces and parts of my soul that have lain dormant, forgotten and neglected. It has taught me to honour me, care for me, tune in to me and to be gentler with myself. It has connected me to a tribe of women who are just like me. They are sensitive, searching and have experienced life in all it’s bloody glory. They have huge hearts, wise words, and comforting hugs. In fact, some of my closest friends now in my own little circle are women I have met because of Nicole and YOM.
Belonging to YOM means I know that there is a place that I can reach out at any time of the day or night and someone will be there to listen, laugh with or support me.
I am on a spiritual journey, hungry for knowledge. Belonging to YOM means I always have access to information, classes, courses, a pool of talented, experienced souls and a wise teacher leading the tribe.
My planner is a jouney into me at the start of every year. It is solitude, reflection, heart space and starting the year off right. Using oracle cards and meditation, I create a clear vision for the year ahead. I have also developed the habit of tracking my finances and looking at my net position at the end of every month for the first time in my life! I love the weekly cards, the gratitude practise and knowing when the moon is full or new.
With, Nicole, and through YOM I have found a space where my hungry soul is fed and I have found a safe and nurturing place where my soul feels home.
I am a planner girl from way back! I love a hard copy planner I can write my appointments and meetings in but like many people I’ve never quite found the ideal planner for me.
At the start of 2016 I started working with the Year of Me Planner created by Nicole Cody. Nicole’s planner offered me much more than the traditional planners I had worked with before, and has become my go-to planner ever since.
The Year of Me planner allowed me to integrate my spiritual work along with my practical day-to-day schedule. Spending time analysing the year that had just ended, seeing how the year ahead looked, and using oracles cards to get a feel for my week, month and year has guided me to a place I could never foresee these past three and a half years.
The practical nature of the planner has allowed me to tick more off my to-do list than I ever thought possible. The process Nicole shares in the planner has also helped me gain clarity around my bigger personal and professional goals, allowing me to step more fully onto my true path.
If you’re looking for a planner that takes you deeper, that supports you on your spiritual path, and helps you tick off your to-do’s, I highly recommend the Year of Me Planner.
In 2016 I purchased Nicole Cody’s Year of Me Planner and twelve month online course and support forum – and I have been a part of the community ever since!
I’ve attended a number of Nicole’s retreats and knew that the guidance she would offer through the course would help me reach the goals I wanted to achieve each year. What I didn’t realise was that the online community would become one of my favourite places to hang out online, to grow, learn and support others, and receive support in return.
The Year of Me course and support materials Nicole has created really do help you reach your personal and professional goals with grace and understanding of where you’re at and what your needs are. Knowing there is a community behind you, supporting you and cheering you on, is an incredible part of this journey, one I am glad I made the choice to be part of.
“When you wake up in the morning, Pooh,” said Piglet at last, “what’s the first thing you say to yourself?” “What’s for breakfast?” said Pooh. “What do you say, Piglet?” “I say, I wonder what’s going to happen exciting today?” said Piglet. Pooh nodded thoughtfully. “It’s the same thing,” he said.” ~ A.A. Milne
It’s suddenly Winter here at the farm. There’s frost in the river paddock and mist along the river and mornings are not encouraging for leaping out of bed onto bare floorboards.
On cold days a warm breakfast is a wonderful thing, and I love the ease of making a frittata. It’s like a big no-fuss omelette that never got folded or flipped. It’s essentially an egg dish with vegetables, and perhaps some cheese and/or meat. I often whip a frittata to start the day. They are equally good for lunch or dinner, and excellent served cold and cut into wedges as a lunchbox snack.
Once you get the hang of making them I encourage you to be brave and use the foundation egg mixture as a receptacle for all of the left-overs you’ve got in the fridge. Ben’s favourite is left-over roast vegetables and meat with some fresh herbs and whatever else is in the garden. Mine is garlicky mushrooms, capsicum, tomato, feta cheese and herbs. Mmmmm – heavenly!
Ingredients to serve Four (Or Two plus Leftovers!)
8 large eggs
1/2 cup of milk – or use soy, cream, almond milk or whatever is your thing
salt and pepper
knob of butter or a good slurp of olive oil
With One of These Fillings:
2 cups of fresh sliced vegetables such as tomato, corn, red onion, capsicum (bell pepper), onion and herbs of your choice plus 1/4 cup of your favourite tasty cheese; OR
2 cups of cold cooked diced potato or other roasted or cooked vegetables, 1/2 to 1 cup of sliced roast meat or other cooked protein such as chicken, sausage or fish, a big handful of fresh herbs or up to a teaspoon of dried herbs
2 cups of mushrooms sliced and cooked with 1 to 2 cloves of minced garlic and a tablespoon of butter, a cup of sliced tomato and capsicum, handful of grated cheese, handful of fresh herbs
1 cup of sauteed bacon pieces, 1 cup cherry tomatoes, 1 zucchini grated, 1/4 cup chopped parsley, 1/4 cup grated parmesan
2 cups of sliced cooked potato, some smoked or tinned salmon, 1/4 cup of fresh dill, 1/4 cup of feta cheese
Cut up any vegetables, meat or herbs, and grate cheese or cut into small dice.
Place a 10 to 12 inch ovenproof frypan on medium heat and add a knob of butter or a slurp of olive oil making sure that you grease the bottom and sides well.
Crack the eggs into a large bowl and give a gentle whisk to break the yolks. Add the milk or your milk alternative, a pinch of salt and a good grind of pepper and then beat gently to incorporate. Don’t overbeat – just gently combine.
Throw in a bit more butter. If you are using bacon, add it now and cook off until soft. Add in your sliced mushrooms and any vegetables that will take a little longer to cook. Swoosh them round in the butter until they soften a little then spread them out so they cover the base of your pan. Lower the heat on your pan.
Gently re-whisk your eggs and pour into the frypan, and then artfully drop the rest of your vegetables into the egg mixture. Add in your cheese and any other meats if you are using them. Sprinkle your herbs over the top, add another grind or two of cracked pepper and then give the contents a little stir with a fork.
Leave to cook until the top is set. This takes about ten minutes, depending on the size and depth of your pan. (The cooking time can be hastened by putting a large lid or a piece of aluminium foil over the top of the pan – but don’t raise the heat or you’ll overcook the eggs!). You can also place the pan under your grill or in the oven to brown off the top at the end of cooking.
Serve on its own or with some good bread or hot buttered toast. Ben loves his with a dash of Worcestershire Sauce and I like mine with a spoonful of homemade tomato relish. A mug of tea or coffee also works well on a cold morning. Enjoy!
“The best relationships in our lives are the best not because they have been the happiest ones, they are that way because they have stayed strong through the most tormentful of storms.” ~ Pandora Poikilos
If you read my blog last week you’ll know that I received an apology from someone I’d known at College – ‘James’ (not his real name), a man whose behaviour with me had been less than stellar. You can catch up on that story here.
Yesterday I had a message in my inbox from James’ oldest daughter. We then caught up by phone.
She wanted to let me know that her Dad found my blog, and had read the post about him. He’d then left it open on his laptop while he’d gone out of the room for a moment. Meanwhile, his wife brought him a cup of coffee, saw the computer screen, read my blog and put two-and-two together. Her husband was the man who had assaulted me at College and then propositioned me a few days ago, even though both he and I are married.
The daughter found them arguing loudly, and as her parents fought her mother made her daughter read my blog too. The daughter told me she was appalled at what she’d read, but she was also angry at herself for never having said anything because her dad had done this kind of thing for years. So she yelled at both of them; her mum for putting up with her father’s poor behaviour and her dad for treating his wife so disrespectfully. She told her mum that unless her dad changed she should leave him. Then she stormed out and left them yelling at each other.
The result, now that things have calmed down? Her mum and dad are going to marriage counselling because James recognised that his attitude and behaviour were not who he wants to be or be remembered as, and he is not being the kind of man he would want his own daughters to marry. He loves his wife and he loves his daughters. He wants his marriage to work. He’s committed to change.
His daughter loves him very much and assures me that he has been a good dad and that her parents love each other although her dad’s behaviour has not always reflected that. She really hopes he changes. I do too. I’m holding space for a good outcome for them all.
Some of the most beautiful relationships I know have come through the hardest of times. I hope they find a way forward and rekindle that love, respect and connection. I wish them well.
‘Everyone has healing nutriments that make them better and that also includes stuff you can’t eat and that is important nutriment too – like places and things you love and things you can do as well as eating things. So I like making nutriment plans to help people get better because then they will be happy and when they are happy they can feel and hear and remember their connection to the Earth and help her too. Love from Sokli, who is a fairy who knows stuff.’ ~ Sokli
Those of you who know me well will also know that one of my dear friends is a fairy. Her name is Sokli, and she’s funny and wise and only a little bit old (about 200 years) and she is very interested in helping humans.
She often speaks to my students at my retreats and live events when I channel, and helps them with their health and well-being by telling them about what foods are best for them or what crystals, or where their best healing place is, or the best activity for them to help them be well and happy. She lavishly doles out information and usually sprinkles in some advice for people’s pets (animal family people, she calls them!) too.
Sokli has made Ben and I promise that we are going to follow her VERY BOSSY AND GOOD SOKLI DIET (her name for it, of course!), custom-made just for us, for ninety days.
We couldn’t start while we were away on our break – there was wine to be drunk, and chocolate to be eaten and all sorts of other lovely ‘holiday treats’ as Sokli calls them. Sokli is all for holiday treats and eating for pleasure, as long as people don’t eat like that every day.
I’ll be spending a few hours with Sokli on Sunday, getting our instructions and lists together. She has saved my life with her ideas more than once and is always so funny and supportive.
I’m actually looking forward to following her diet to the letter – except for the occasion of my PA and right-hand-woman Trish’s birthday, where Ben and I have been given the okay to GO CRAZY JUST A LITTLE BIT to celebrate.
I’ll keep you posted on how it all turns out.
Trish has actually suggested that I start doing channelled health readings with Sokli as one of our personal consultation options for our clients. (She already does this for a very few people who have been totally stuck with their health stuff.) We’re seriously considering it!
But first step: Ben and me and the VERY BOSSY AND GOOD SOKLI DIET.