Recipes


A recipe for happiness

An autumn sun ( morning).

A little mist draped over purple mountains.

Birds singing from orange bracken.

Strong black coffee taken in my traveling home.

A pen moving across the painted page.

My heart in the right place –

– the centre of me.

Blackness in the Landscape

Autumn is my season.

You’ll find me taking up more space in the landscape as I easy into the season.

This time, with the changing colours and temperatures, is my time to shine.

My time to expand.

So it makes sense to be working on pulling together my final creations for my residency with Northumberland National Park.

In all honesty, I feel as if I’m just beginning. Just scratching the surface.

I’m thinking I’m going to stay in residence indefinitely. Just take up the space.

Claim the space as my own. Just like when I venture out into nature and connect with her as kin.

As my birthright.

The Black Nature in Residence Showcase

As we near the end of our residencies, it gives us great pleasure to share with you an event planned to mark the occasion.

Thursday 28 October, 6.30-8.00pm, there will be a live reading/ presentation/conversation about our time in residence on Zoom.

We made sure we stayed safe during our time working with our respective partners, and that’s not going to change at the end.

Come along to a virtual evening of words and voices and shares as we explore the highs and lows of our experiences of being Black and Brown and People of Colour in and writing about nature.

After this live virtual event, an online exhibition will go live on this website, showcasing our visual creations in residence.

And keep checking back, as come the end of November, the Black Nature in Residence Zine will be launched here too, presenting our creations.

You can grab a ticket for the final event here.

The Lady

Like a goddess, she sits gracefully on her throne. 

Boasting her curvy green body and delicate terrains. 

She sits still, tall, and whole; 

unfazed by the natural elements or the violation of the land around her. 

Armed with graceful presence and self-trust, 

Knowing she can weather all storms. 

Just listen, watch and be still, when with the Lady; 

lean into her wisdom, 

to awaken the goddess within you; 

mother nature has it all. 

image@ Northumberlandia information board.

Postponement – Black Nature Writing Group

Unfortunately, due to illness we had to cancel our scheduled writing group session. I was most disappointed as I find these meetings, with writing exercises included, a way to focus my attention. Making this specific time and space to work together on our individual residencies is really useful. I find that the weeks go by and I might be thinking about the writing, the landscape, the message, but putting pen to paper to try and make sense of it all, ends up being at the bottom of my to-do list. Then it keeps getting switched to another list when I don’t reach the bottom of the list each day, each week.

At least with an hour or so, sat down with the other writers and talking and sharing about our work, our writing and our residencies, then I’m in the zone and something usually comes out of our this together. So I suppose I”m saying, lets organise our next meeting for sometime soon, as I need the discipline of turning up to the page together, please. Thank you.

Writing in Community

All the writers in residence for the project met again virtually for a writing workshop over the weekend. I’m really enjoying this space where we get to create together, as well as share our developments and concerns about how each residency is going. It is definitely a life source for me as I have to move in other circles where I am the only Black face in the room. Usually in these space, I am communicating, or so I think. But from the reactions or usually non-reactions, I feel as if I’m on the other side of double glazing and trying to connect to the group through words and actions but they are just not listening, not even giving me the time of day.

This is what it’s like moving through this world as a Black woman and being judged on my appearance rather than on the value and worth I could bring to the table if you only took the time, and gave me the rightful respect, and listened.

Within our little group of writers, this isn’t the case. We meet under the understanding of our shared experiences. Of being deemed as ‘other’ within white supremacy society, even though again and again through our actions and words we strive to centre ourself in our own experiences. In our space, writing, talking and laughing together, ‘whiteness’ is not centred. We are centred and this is liberating and food for me soul.

I want more of this. More. Thank you fellow writers for being on this journey with me. You make this ride easier and much more enjoyable.