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.

Walking to Holy Island

This week saw me finally meeting Patrick Norris from Footsteps in Northumberland to walk across the Pilgrim’s Way, a pathway that only becomes available when the tide is out, to reach Holy Island. This is a nature reserve rich in resources for rare and special wildlife. It was such an amazing walk, as we set off at 5.30 across to the island. getting over there, in the rain and wind at times, we were getting by the howlings from a gathering go grey seals hauled out onto the sand flats. They were grey, but also mottled white, and black and brown, and had such a way of moving across the sand. Patrick called it ‘garlumphing’. And to hear them sing. Their haunting cries carried to us within the wind, in harmony with the wind. It was like the sound when there’s a window left ajar and the wind comes inside. Like a draught coming inside. After a picnic on the island, for the way back, we saw the setting sun. It was all about the light.

Just as we stepped off the causeway, as dusk was starting to settle in for the night, out from the long grass, flying low across the tarmac to the banks of seaweed on the other side, was a beige-tawny, wide wing span of the curlew. The curlew, featured within the Northumberland National Park’s logo; this was my first sighting of the bird. It was a wonderful way to end the evening with it’s evocative ‘curlee-curlee’ call sending us off home.

Jola Olafimihan

Mangoes, dragonflies, trees and Clay. Those are my earliest memories of nature. Although I grew up in cities, I have always been surrounded by nature both merciful and torrential. As a young girl growing up in Nigeria in the 90’s, living surrounded by butterflies, birds and trees, gave me the release I needed in times of stress and worry. It still does today. Eating traditional sweets and catching falling mangoes from our garden and just having a blast outside is something that reminds me of the richness I was surrounded by.

Living in the UK really changed my exposure to nature. Cities are less green, gardens smaller, I rarely saw butterflies. I waited 10 years to see my first wild hedgehog. Access to wild unrestricted nature was far and expensive. It became even more difficult to deal with mental fatigue and stress. Then I moved to Durham. Durham, an old small city with such beauty, it made more sense to choose this place for my future studies. I walked around more, day and night, bathing in the shadows of trees, chasing the local rabbits, reconnecting with the soil and just getting lost in nature. Taking the longer more scenic route to university, made me feel lighter and less blehhh.

My first time writing about Nature was brought on pollution. The pollution of land, river, air and ocean, brought about by human activity in Nigeria. Seeing the effect oil spills had on our environment birthed my first publicly shared poem. When I was much younger, I’d create imaginery creatures that worked at night, replenishing nature whilst we slept and would then sleep in the day time, whilst we worked. However, this poem was different, it hurt. That pain I now use to fuel my writing, activities and creations.

At age 22, I was diagnosed with a rare form of ovarian cancer. My life was thrown into a spin. My life now included journies between the hospital and my home. I was weak, exhausted and sick but I longed for Green and sea. My first trip out with friends whilst on chemotherapy was physically exhausting. However, mentally I was fired up. At the end of my chemotherapy cycles, I was invitend to a week long trip to the Lake District by Climbing Out. It was an amazing experience. I conquered my fear of bottomless water and jumped off a bridge, twice. It felt amazing to be surrounded by friends from the hospital and made some new memories.

After that, another lull, until Sheree. I met this amazing being who loved earth and beamed that love to others. She brought access to nature to black women like myself, who felt disconnected because of our lives and experiences. I became stronger with each new walk, with each journey, I started to reconnect. My senses where returning. Enjoying the texture of soil and plant, creating a new bond and friendships, and writing again.

I was beyond excited to be invited as a Writer in residence. Plus with an organisation in a place that made me love and bond with British nature, the Durham Wildlife Trust. There is much I have to learn but I can’t wait to see myself evolve as a writer. Even though Covid-19 has slowed things down a bit, it’s allowed me to discover new ways to reconnect. Through this residency, I hope to show the bond we have with the earth, mentally, physically and emotionally. I also hope it inspires more to reconnect and heal through exposure to the Green, Blue, Red and colour diversity of nature.