Friday, July 03, 2009

Galilee



Heading up to Nazareth Village we witnessed the phenomenon of Israeli shepherding. Israeli shepherds lead their sheep and it is impressive to watch. The shepherd shown in this photo is actually an actor and the sheep didn't know him very well. Normally they follow their shepherd closely wherever he goes. Hence Psalm 21: The Lord is my Shepherd, he leadeth me. If you have ever felt coerced in life, this is a good concept to think about. Only the butcher uses dogs to drive his sheep in Israel.

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Dreamy, trippy times at the Dead Sea


Visiting the Dead Sea was my son's favourite part of the holiday. There is something very spacey about the place, perhaps because of the low pressure. It was a buffer zone in our intense journey to Israel.

Thursday, July 02, 2009

Bahai rainbow



After Sinai, my son Leo and I somehow found ourselves booking tickets to Israel. After staying with a friend in Jerusalem and chilling out at the Dead Sea we journeyed up to the Bahai gardens in the north, which I was to photograph for a picture library. As soon as we arrived a thunderstorm broke out and I simultaneously realised that I had lost my wallet. When I look at this photograph I can't help feeling that the staircase down is rather heavy, whilst the rainbow is light and pointing upwards. Almost as if the two were in contrast with each other. I was interested by the Bahai gardens, which are kept almost maniacally clean. We were lucky to have a private guide and made our way down the mammoth number of staircases. The gardens are stunning - any religion that creates a spiritual garden has to get some brownie points...

Thursday, June 25, 2009

Sinai




Sometimes the path of life seems to take on a clearer quality, like a curving river that sweeps forward certainly. I have been in such a phase lately. It may have started with a visit to Sinai in Egypt last year. Above you see a Bedouin campfire in the desert. We sat on rugs and ate and chatted, watched by a thousand brilliant stars. Sinai is where Moses is believed to have received the Ten Commandments. I climbed up there with a group of tourists to the monastery. For a while I stood in the crowded church with its mish mash of incense burners, trying to pray. At last, with little sense of success I stopped to leave. As I was queuing for the way out I was caught in a beam of intense sunlight. In my mind it seemed as though God was saying, as he says to all of us, 'I love you. Come join my dance.' It was a moment of realising the immense freedom of love. The call is there, we choose whether to accept it.

Friday, January 23, 2009

Arctic Ibstone

Thursday, December 18, 2008

Guilt free Motherhood

Last week a report was made by Unicef saying that we are putting our children at risk by putting them in full time childcare from a young age.

It must be the hundredth time I have heard mutterings that it is bad for children if their mothers work full time, but never once do I hear anyone actually discussing this calmly and rationally.

I cannot be the only mother who wants to know, 'Is it bad for my child to be in full time childcare?' 'Are there ways to be a working mother, stay sane and raise happy children, and if so what are they?'

The guilt is ridiculously counter productive and rather self indulgent and I think it's time we ditched it. Either we are damaging our children and we have to find a way back to being at home, or we're not. End of. Stop feeling guilty now!

In this case I turn back to the bible to Proverbs 31 and a slightly scary, very controversial passage called, 'The Wife of Noble Character'

10 [c] A wife of noble character who can find?
She is worth far more than rubies.
11 Her husband has full confidence in her
and lacks nothing of value.
12 She brings him good, not harm,
all the days of her life.
13 She selects wool and flax
and works with eager hands.
14 She is like the merchant ships,
bringing her food from afar.
15 She gets up while it is still dark;
she provides food for her family
and portions for her servant girls.
16 She considers a field and buys it;
out of her earnings she plants a vineyard.
17 She sets about her work vigorously;
her arms are strong for her tasks.
18 She sees that her trading is profitable,
and her lamp does not go out at night.
19 In her hand she holds the distaff
and grasps the spindle with her fingers.
20 She opens her arms to the poor
and extends her hands to the needy.
21 When it snows, she has no fear for her household;
for all of them are clothed in scarlet.
22 She makes coverings for her bed;
she is clothed in fine linen and purple.
23 Her husband is respected at the city gate,
where he takes his seat among the elders of the land.
24 She makes linen garments and sells them,
and supplies the merchants with sashes.
25 She is clothed with strength and dignity;
she can laugh at the days to come.
26 She speaks with wisdom,
and faithful instruction is on her tongue.
27 She watches over the affairs of her household
and does not eat the bread of idleness.
28 Her children arise and call her blessed;
her husband also, and he praises her:
29 "Many women do noble things,
but you surpass them all."
30 Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting;
but a woman who fears the LORD is to be praised.
31 Give her the reward she has earned,
and let her works bring her praise at the city gate.

OK, of course she doesn't exist. No one is perfect and it's a pity there is no equivalent version for husbands. The passage may be seen as an allegory of how we are all supposed to be in the Christian life, too. But it gives us a wonderful set of requirements to aspire to, and also takes away some of the neuroses of modern living. It's hard to live up to, has been misused by misogynists, but actually there is something comforting about this blueprint of family life.

For starters, things were simpler then. She doesn't fuss over half the neuroses that seem to trouble our society now. At no point does the perfect wife stress over whether she should be leaving her small children in full time childcare. She appears to have her own rather lucrative small business and a household with presumably a full time nanny, cleaner and cook! One of her big achievements is to make sure her children are properly clothed, fed and warm enough so that they don't fear the snow. Perhaps the nursery is down the road, and virtually part of her household anyway.

I find it enormously comforting that she clearly works part-time in a business that gives her much satisfaction. She is no stay at home mother making endless cup cakes and costumes but a valid, vital part of her society. I am not her, never will be, but I find her lifestyle inspiring. In these modern times she would probably be having a look at a website like www.jobs4mothers.com or http://www.mumandworking.co.uk/ to see if she could start a franchise while still picking the children up from school herself.

As a single mother of course my life is nothing like hers, but still I think there is something useful in this passage, and if the perfect housewife doesn't need to feel guilty about working, then neither do I!

As to the idea that nurseries are bad for children, I'd like to point out that even cows - that great symbol of motherhood - have nurseries too. If you watch a field of breeding cows and calves, one cow stays with the calves while the others go off for a day's grazing at the other end of the field. If it's good enough for them...

Of course this is a massive issue and here I am just scraping the surface. Mothers who work full time tell me that yes, it can work if you give up everything else bar work and motherhood and make sure that when you are with your children, you are with them 100%. My instinct, and it is an instinct that many mothers I know share, is that you need flexible working hours and a child friendly job when you are a mother. Come to think of it, a vineyard would be a great job for a mother because the children could help with the grape picking!

So I welcome the Unicef report which clearly raises some issues, if in a slightly alarmist way. We need to stop feeling guilty about working and sort out ways in which we can run our lives so that our children are nurtured and inspired, and we can work at child-friendly work that fulfills us.

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Thursday, November 27, 2008

Terrorism in Mumbai

Yesterday I watched the press screening of Slumdog Millionaire, Danny Boyle's extraordinary tale of brutalised Mumbai street children. The brilliance of the cinematography was powerful, its violence intense and shocking. It told the tale of two Muslim children orphaned by riots, one of whom then goes on to win 'Who wants a millionaire,' so that he can win his childhood sweetheart.

A bomb exploded in a suitcase in the Taj Mahal hotel yesterday, where I might have been to do a travel piece on Mumbai to link in with the film. Terrorists attacked seven different locations in the city in an attack that is said to have been modelled on the Al Qaida attacks, but was actually carried out by the Deccan Mujahedeen, a formerly unknown militant Indian Islamic splinter group.

The press release invited me to, 'travel to Mumbai with Real Holidays and see sights and sounds from the film, ...[staying] at the Taj Mahal Palace and Towers, Bombay’s most famous building and ...[enjoying] onyx columns, hand-woven silk carpets, crystal chandeliers, a magnificent art collection and a dramatic cantilevered stairway.

Instead, because of a delay in commissioning by some of my editors, I found myself in the Soho screening rooms.

Watch Slumdog Millionaire (out January 9th) to understand something of the real Mumbai. My thoughts and prayers go out to that city now. As for me, I am so deeply deeply grateful that I was not at the Taj Mahal. There but for the grace of God.

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Friday, November 14, 2008

Baby P and the trial by media

With the rest of the country I am grieving the death of Baby P. Here I am in Haringey, looking out at the lights of the borough. My fingers are inches from clicking on the Sun's petition that 'ALL the social workers involved in the case of Baby P, including Sharon Shoesmith, Maria Ward and Gillie Christou... and that the doctor and health visitor involved with Baby P, Dr Sabah Al-Zayyat and Paulette Thomas, should also lose their jobs.'

I have already written to my MP demanding that she see that the correct people be dismissed without payouts.

But this is becoming a trial by media, and that is very, very wrong. We do not know exactly which social workers failed Baby P. Clearly somebody did. But I think we have to wait for the enquiry to do its job, not allow the sun to conduct a trial of its own. Otherwise we risk making Haringey social services even worse than they are already.

The horrible thought crosses my mind: How many other children are suffering and being abused here, not far from my house? What have we done to this society? What is this monster lurking at the foot of the hill? At the end of the day I suspect that the Sun are probably right. How could any decent social worker have allowed this to happen?