Preserving - how to do it

Canning

One way to preserve is to use canning.  This is a method that means you have to lock yourself away from contamination to avoid any sneaky bad things getting in at you.  Unfortunately, if you are not particularly careful, in the first place, it just take one slip and you become unsafe.  So leaving a contaminate in the mix, without thorough heating and high pressure, or allowing a break in the seal after closure will mean you are exposed to corruption and danger.

Freezing

Just keeping things at a much lower temperature and never allowing heat can preserve but is not as long lasting as canning.  It requires a considerable amount of energy to maintain the effort.  Also, in the process you lose some of the essential you (tendency to become a little mushy).  Frozen as you once were, you are inevitably somewhat less too.

Dehydrating

Taking all the moisture out of you means bad stuff cannot grow.  You can last quite effectively with this method.  You won’t be as nourishing, as you once were either, and in the process you often get pureed.  Preserved but in a different form if you get my drift.

Pickling
Pickling is a common preservative and in solution we can last some time.  It is a common technique in modern days and you can grow to love the taste and the feel of being pickled.  You can find yourself more comforted, social and outgoing in the pickled state.  In the shortened modern form of pickling, excess pickling is expected along with frequent vomiting.

It would seem that preserving oneself in the modern world is fraught with difficulties.  You don’t want to isolate yourself, freeze all emotion out, remove the life force or anaesthetise yourself with alcohol.  None of these things will really do.  They are just a method of avoiding, concealing, ignoring the inevitable.  

Change comes to all of us let’s embrace it.  So I’d like to introduce the concept of renewal.  Our skin does it all the time so why can’t we?  Instead of keeping what we are, why not let it go and become a better us.  Then, instead of viewing each passing day as a threat we can see it as an opportunity. 

May today bring assurance to your heart, quietness to your soul and a renewal of your spirit.

My first Love

You can look back at relationships and see in hindsight the first hairline cracks.  You didn’t see them at the time but passion has blinkers.  Veils are gradually lifted, you not only get to know a bit more about yourself (there are veils between us and our own hearts after all) but also you see the people you know with different eyes.  This applies to other aspects of your life as well, like careers.  Looking back through the wreckage of my physics career many things have become clearer.

I hated physics at school, loathed it, in fact.  But I’d read enough about the subject to know that the awful tedious physics one ploughs through in class, bears little relation to the beauty of relativity, our galaxies, sub atomic particles etc and the practical applications for all that knowledge.  To me it all felt pure and noble – a search for truth.  Having good enough grades in every other subject, bar physics, I managed to get into university to study what I loved.  My physics degree was fun and I sailed through with a 1st class degree.  I started my PHD and was lucky enough to get a CAST award, which involved working in the prestigious Royal Signal and Radar Establishment (RSRE) in Malvern for a month every year.  During this month, I was put up in a lovely health farm and the healthy food, regular walks in the Malvern hills and physics research was a heady combination for me. 

The first cracks appeared when the Duke of Edinburgh came to the site, to give the RSRE an award for excellence in industry.  His security people, refused me entrance to the site that morning.  Somewhat bewildered, I was forced to spend the day outside in the hills and not cooped up in a lab with experiments.  No big deal, but the next day everyone including my supervisor was enraged on my behalf.  Apparently, being from Northern Ireland and technically a visitor, my presence constituted a threat to the royal party.  So, despite having security clearance and badges etc I was deemed too dangerous.  It’s quite amusing really and I could see the funny side of it.  Which was more than my fellow colleagues did.

Then, I did something which angered my supervisor.  That year, I married, despite being half way through my PHD.  His annoyance was not the distraction a marriage might bring but it was that my husband was from the Middle East.  At that time, relations between that region and Britain were as challenging as that between Britain and Ireland.  So my working in a Ministry of Defence centre like RSRE was causing him a major headache.  My security rating plummeted and that month I had to wear a red badge on site and was accompanied at all times by a security guard!  It all felt very ridiculous, my work was not rocket science.  All I did was study the metal-semiconductor interfaces and try to understand what was going on. 

In order to get rid of possible contaminants (which would complicate things) my experiments were done in an ultra high vacuum.  To make sure that these surfaces were totally clean, I cleaved them inside the vacuum.  Then, in this totally clean environment with a freshly exposed semiconductor surface I gradually evaporated down metals and studied them.  As I say, not rocket science, but while I was experimenting with antimony ( a metal), over in the USA, theorists were modelling how this metal would behave on my particular semiconductor and blow me down, my experimental results exactly matched their predictions.  It was particularly heartening as this happened independently; neither knew what the other was doing.  Science is lovely when something like this happens.  You really get the sense of a breakthrough of sorts.  A jump in understanding.  It may have been one particular interface but it felt like it was all exciting stuff with my papers published and presented. 

Given my security rating, however, my marriage was a real headache for my supervisor and he complained bitterly.  Exasperated by his nagging I told him my husband’s family were in the oil industry and really rich.  This he understood immediately and he dropped his belligerent attitude.  Mid conversation his objections melted away and a tone of respect was suddenly engendered towards me.  Ah, the respectability of wealth!  We talked for a half an hour in this vein and I accepted his warm congratulations on my marriage.  Then, I told him that actually there were no oil mines in my husband’s family.  No massive wealth that made my marriage sensible and wise in his eyes.  He was floored and speechless.  He could not now backtrack and change his tune, after all that would make obvious his real objections and how much money changed his attitude.  He told me, I was too clever for my own good and we laughed together. 

He had the last laugh.  During my last visit to RSRE, while heavily pregnant, he pumped me for ideas on how to make faster switches.  It was presented as a physics problem and I was encouraged to be as off the wall as I liked in coming up with unique ideas.  So I was creative and gave him a list of ideas of the top of my head from radioactive decay, to diodes, to lasers etc.  He took out a sheet and began scribbling some of the ideas down.  I laughed and said most of them were just brainstorming stuff with probably no real chance of practical implementation.  He retorted that only one had to work to make it all worthwhile – they could afford many to fail.  Perplexed, I asked what it was all for.  He told me that it was related to my PHD research.  Now, I was confused and he was eager to explain.  “We are trying to make faster switches for bombs, that’s what we’re after, that’s what’s funding the whole research you do here, each year.”

I remember my stomach clenched in shock and my hand went to my bump in an instinctive defensive reaction.  Making faster switches for bombs!!  All my work in understanding interfaces, the beautiful theoretical predictions, the scientific experiments to find the truth, the noble truth.  It was all to make us more effective at killing and destroying.  I finished my PHD but I never did any more research in my field again.  There was something about carrying a life that meant being a part of taking a life absolutely abhorrent.  My published papers all date from before my eldest son was born.  His presence in my life made me choose a different path.  I can have no regrets about that.  I look back at my relationship with physics like a bad affair, it started with passionate devotion and ended in acrimonious divorce.  It’s such a shame because I did love physics so much.  

Let each morn be better than its eve

"Let each morn be better than its eve and each morrow richer than its yesterday."

You get up and hope that the day ahead is better than the one before.  Not in some vague wishing good things for the next day for yourself, but more in the desire that whatever the next day brings (good or bad) you will find something within to face it with grace and dignity.  It is not about what comes to us, it is all in how we deal with what comes that matters.  That is the nature of this game of life we all play.

"Man's merit lieth in service and virtue and not in the pageantry of wealth and riches."

It helps to realize the purpose of our lives and what it is not about.  If life is about service to humanity then the acquisition and display of wealth becomes rather a distraction to the main goal of being here.

"Take heed that your words be purged from idle fancies and worldly desires and your deeds be cleansed from craftiness and suspicion."

When I think about words, how they can hurt others, be fuelled with all kinds of desires, no wonder our deeds inevitably reflect our ulterior motives and doubts.  So we need to choose our words with care and make our deeds worthy.

"Dissipate not the wealth of your precious lives in the pursuit of evil and corrupt affection,"

Time is so precious and how easy to waste it on passing fancies that make a mockery of the reality that the only real wealth we have is our allotted span of time on earth and what we choose to do with it.

"nor let your endeavours be spent in promoting your personal interest."

If we focus only on what we want, what we feel, who we are, then we fail to see the horizon out there and lose our way on a comfortable circular path of selfishness.

 "Be generous in your days of plenty, and be patient in the hour of loss."

Perhaps the only real measure of a character is not what we do in good times but how we cope with the really bad periods.

"Adversity is followed by success and rejoicings follow woe."

It is the nature of our lives that, like our landscape around us, there are hills and hollows.  It is a truth that sometimes the hollows are more like deep dark endless ravines.  But they give us a valuable perspective on life and when you emerge from a deep dark valley the sunlight feels so good!

"Guard against idleness and sloth, and cling unto that which profiteth mankind, whether young or old, whether high or low. "

There is a strange lethargy that can steal from you, your rightful birthright.  This is not something you must guard within that others may take from you.  It is the strange ability in all of us to lose our sense of purpose and direction.  No one can take it away from us or give it to us, it is within each one of us and only we can and must find it for ourselves.  


Quotes taken from Baha'i Writings (Words of Wisdom)

Look at the knockers on that!

My lovely family guests have gone and it has been a blast.  So much laughter and so much walking!  Sometimes 7 kms a day.  Being with those you love, is such therapy for mind and soul.  I have a wonderful memory of walking in Medina, a beautiful walled city in the centre of Malta with my mum and my aunt. 

My mother had just come fresh from polishing our brass doorknob here, which until her arrival had languished dull and neglected on our front door like all the other knockers in our block of flats.  I expect people are far too busy nowadays to see to such things.  My mother, however, knows a challenge when she sees it and the Brasso was out every day until our doorknocker shone like gold.  I wish I could show you ours, before she got started on her mission to improve but since my neighbours have neglected theirs I can use theirs to show the difference.

Before

After

The only problem is here in Malta the brass doorknockers are abundant and elaborate in design.  They can range from fish to faces, and come in a vast range of sizes.  As we walked through the tourist packed streets of Medina, my mother was constantly pointing out new designs that drew her attention on church doors, houses and shops.With every discovery, she would announce in a loud excited voice, “Look at the knockers on that!”  Oblivious to the startled reaction of passer-by’s she would extol the size, the shine, the uniqueness of the knockers.  I grew used to the head turns, the shocked looks as she proclaimed, “I’ve never seen knockers this big”.  Even when someone had forgotten to shine their doorknockers there was plenty to say, “For goodness sake, some one should clean these knockers, they would be beautiful if only someone would give them a bit of attention”.  

Since my Mum is a respectable age, it seemed all the more shocking to have these titbits on a regular basis.  If anyone reading this happened to be in Medina that day, can I apologise for what they were subjected to.  There was something even more unexpected that a very respectful looking white haired pensioner felt duty bound to admire all the knockers on display that day.  I observed one low cut dressed German lady, across the street from us, attempt to cover her ample bosoms as my mum pointed out a set of furious head shaped knockers behind her with the startled exclamation, “My goodness that is a terrifying pair of knockers!”

Oh, how I miss the laughter and the fun of these lovely ladies, my mum and my aunt, in my life.  I cannot begin to tell you about the really funny bits of their holiday, they must forever remain a secret.  And that’s all I am going to say about that.

Mother does not always know best!

I was a rather novice mother.  Being the youngest of my family I had zero experience of looking after youngsters.  So when I gave birth to my first son I remember the sheer fear that he was suddenly my responsibility.  I distinctly remember feeding him in the hospital bed and then ringing the nurse to return him to his crib.  When she asked why I did not do it myself I answered that I had never walked and carried a small baby and was afraid I may drop him.  I was serious! 

Being allowed to leave the hospital with this small vulnerable creature was terrifying and seemed completely wrong.  How would he survive with me!  It was a cold day and we had to put him in a one-piece coat for the first time.  A lovely elaborate outfit with zips that undid at the top and bottom if you needed to change him.  I have to say despite my fears our son was an ideal baby.  He slept and when not sleeping fed, in fact he was everything that reassured a rather nervous mother like me.  He smiled at everyone and held out his hands to even passing strangers to be picked up.  He just seemed really normal and exceptionally friendly.

That day for the first time he was crying.  It threw me but I changed his nappy to see if that helped.  It didn’t.  I tried to feed him and that didn’t help either.  By now I was running out of ideas, this had never happened before and his cry was louder and more pained.  I carried him, tried to put him to sleep by pushing him in the buggy outside.  Even that did not work and I was about to just let him cry, after all perhaps he was becoming spoiled?  If I just left him in the bedroom for a while alone, to cry himself out, he would learn that crying for attention was no way to behave!

Then, I noticed that the zip at his neck was embedded in his flesh.  While pulling up the zip I had caught a piece of his flesh in it.  The poor thing, how long had he suffered?  Once I released him he quickly returned to his usual happy and friendly nature and didn’t seem to bare any grudges for my blatant incompetence.  That night when he slept I cried beside his cot, furious at my carelessness and devastated at causing him pain.  

What Trees Do and what we do

1. Trees Produce Oxygen

A mature leafy tree produces as much oxygen in a season as 10 people inhale in a year. The forest also acts as a giant filter that cleans the air we breath.

In every community there are factors that drain the lifeblood away.  They can be as toxic as drug dealers, abusive partners or neighbours, or drivers that put not only their own lives at risk but others as well.  But there are also great community builders as well.  These mature individuals are anxiously concerned with the age in which they live.  By their actions they breathe life back into our community.  They can undo the damage that tens or hundreds of careless individuals cause.  The world needs more of them!

2. Trees Clean the Soil

The term phytoremediation means the absorption of dangerous chemicals and other pollutants that have entered the soil. Trees can either store harmful pollutants or actually change the pollutant into less harmful forms. Trees filter sewage and farm chemicals, reduce the effects of animal wastes, clean roadside spills and clean water runoff into streams.

There are individuals who by their leadership safeguard their community from the dangers that surround us.  They use their position to tackle pollution of our environment, our bodies or our minds.   Their integrity allows them to rise above the complacency or lethargy that too many suffer from.  Often these leaders rise above racism, prejudice, self-aggrandisement and greed to keep their integrity intact in a dirty world.  There are too few of these, especially nowadays.

3. Trees Control Noise Pollution

Trees muffle urban noise almost as effectively as stonewalls. Trees, planted at strategic points in a neighbourhood or around your house, can abate major noises from roads etc.

In today’s life we are bombarded by noise of all sorts.  Much of it is blasting at us from morning to night.  We have become so used to it we barely notice its effect on our lives.  But there are some places that bring calmness, a peace, a comfort to our souls.  Such spaces are crucial for us to find that peace within.  We need to find that space and for each person it will be different.  For some it is the sea, or a forest, their garden, even a balcony, a coastal walk or a silent bedroom. Wherever it is find time to be there and use that special place to shelter and nurture you.  There are less and less of such places in existence but more and more of a need for them!

4. Trees Slow Storm Water Runoff

Flash flooding can be dramatically reduced by a forest or by planting trees. One Colorado blue spruce, either planted or growing wild, can intercept more than 1000 gallons of water annually when fully grown. Underground water-holding aquifers are recharged with this slowing down of water runoff.

The pace of life means that all too often the most important things are left out.  We rush around with such important tasks that we omit the vital conversations or hugs that keep relationships alive and healthy.  Such small tasks allow the pace to slow and vital nourishment sinks deep into our families and friends.  The days no longer run away with mad rushes but contain meaningful moments that make for  a rich life not just a busy one.

5. Trees Are Carbon Sinks

To produce its food, a tree absorbs and locks away carbon dioxide in the wood, roots and leaves. Carbon dioxide is a global warming suspect. A forest is a carbon storage area or a "sink" that can lock up as much carbon as it produces. This locking-up process "stores" carbon as wood and not as an available "greenhouse" gas.

The world is facing global challenges that grow with intensity with each passing year.  Global warming is already causing floods, droughts, famine and lives are being lost daily.  Just because it may not be us, at present, does not make it any less of a priority.  The degree to which we respond in our own lives to this growing trend the quicker we become part of the solution.  We instantly begin to convert the negatives we see around us into progress.  Sometimes it is important to fight the current trends not accept them.

6. Trees Clean the Air

Trees help cleanse the air by intercepting airborne particles, reducing heat, and absorbing such pollutants as carbon monoxide, sulphur dioxide, and nitrogen dioxide. Trees remove this air pollution by lowering air temperature, through respiration, and by retaining particulates.

Everyday we become coated in tiny particles, absorb gas particles that have consequences for our health and well-being.  Our ability to resist such toxins determines our present strength.  Our skin is the medium by which such pollutants reach us, or our lungs.  So it pays to have both thick skin and a healthy set of lungs.  This speaks to our ability to withstand criticism and attacks, while our ability to speak out against injustice is also vital as it may protect others as well.

7. Trees Shade and Cool

Shade resulting in cooling is what a tree is best known for. Shade from trees reduces the need for air conditioning in summer. In winter, trees break the force of winter winds, lowering heating costs. Studies have shown that parts of cities without cooling shade from trees can literally be "heat islands" with temperatures as much as 12 degrees higher than surrounding areas.

In heated situations it pays to have a cool head.  Such characters help calm things down.  They keep us all from overheating.  Without such characters we would constantly be fighting forest fires.  Never seeing the long-term objectives but chasing our tails with short term priorities.

8. Trees Act as Windbreaks

During windy and cold seasons, trees located on the windward side act as windbreaks. A windbreak can lower home heating bills up to 30% and have a significant effect on reducing snowdrifts. A reduction in wind can also reduce the drying effect on soil and vegetation behind the windbreak and help keep precious topsoil in place.

Once you lose the topsoil you can no longer be productive.  Without something to hold the soil in place the good stuff in your life can be lost.  You have to protect the things that keep you productive not lose them.

 9. Trees Fight Soil Erosion

Erosion control has always started with tree and grass planting projects. Tree roots bind the soil and their leaves break the force of wind and rain on soil. Trees fight soil erosion, conserve rainwater and reduce water runoff and sediment deposit after storms.

At a time when flash floods are more frequent and more intense than usual we cannot afford to lose those who nature designed for this purpose.  Such individuals recognise the needs for today, they speak out, they search for the facts and by their presence they stand firm in a rising tide of materialism and commercial greed.

10. Trees Increase Property Values

Real estate values increase when trees beautify a property or neighbourhood. Trees can increase the property value of your home by 15% or more.

Beauty is hard to define but we all know it when we see it.  A friend of mine retired and built a beautiful villa on a slope over looking a wonderful Mediterranean coast.  He had even a bunch of wonderful olive trees on one side and would tell everyone who visited that all major olive groves stemmed from a time of peace in the country.  It was only when you had fifty years of peace to allow your grove to reach maturity, he claimed, it was worth planting.  In time of war no one has that luxury.  We can with thoughtlessness rip out something that has a glorious heritage, not even realizing what it represents and what we have just lost.

Pictures speak louder than words

I once was looking after a nephew of mine.  With a bit of luck he is not reading this and so will not recognise himself.  There was a large bunch of people in a meeting at the university and my nephew was the only child, so was bored out of his mind.  I had a book to write in and a pen so for a while he was happy to draw things on one page.  Then, when he got tired of that I drew the only two things I can draw an elephant and a pig.  See below for my incredible artwork. 

However, even this brilliance began to bore him.  So, on impulse on a blank piece of paper in the book I wrote poo.  His face was shocked and when I pushed the pen in his direction he very reluctantly scribbled pee.  Then I wrote bastard and his face became a picture.  He thought long and hard then giggled and wrote shit.  I took the page and hid what I was writing from him.  By now he was hooked and could not wait to pull the book away and read what I had scribbled.  His hand flew to his mouth and he gasped as he saw I had written the dreaded F word.  He could not believe it and covered it with his hand so no one else might see it.  But then with a pen that was pressed deep in the paper he wrote in capital large letters FUCK.  I took the book and wrote the same word even bigger.  He could not wait to pull the book back and wrote FUCKING BASTARDS across the whole open page in the largest letters he could manage.  I was surprised this was a boy who did not curse.  What had I unleashed?   This continued for a whole half hour with every curse word we could spell and a few he could not.  Talk about a catharsis.  We both looked in horror at the open page covered with these filthy words.  I whispered that I had better stick the two pages together later so no one else could see what these pages contained.  Later we used glue stick to accomplish this.  Once it was all sealed the only things visible was the pig and the elephant, we had drawn earlier on the preceding page.  

I have that book and the sealed page to this day.  My nephew is now all grown up and thankfully a normal healthy young man despite his mischievous and naughty aunt’s tricks. But just sometimes, when life gets on top of either of us and we want to curse most dreadfully and loudly, scream at the unfairness of things, we just draw a pig or an elephant and the other knows exactly what we would really like to write.  Sometimes a picture is worth a thousand words.