by Grannie Burton
Do you call yourself a vegan, a vegetarian, a lacto-vegetarian, a person intolerant of wheat or dairy or citrus or some other food product? Do you find yourself worrying about what you will eat, how much or how little? Do you carry around potions and pills to boost your nutrition and count the amount of water you drink each day? In other words, do you define yourself by what you put in your mouth?
When you go and stay away from home, do you fret about what you will eat, what you will drink? Is the first thing you say when invited to someone's house 'I don't eat … oh no not for me ...' in utter horror? Do you read the back of every food packet, maybe with a magnifying glass to make the print legible? Do you worry about where your food has come from, how it has grown, how it has been treated?
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Tips and Hints from Grannie Burton
The great Mysteries at Eleusis are one of the most astonishing stories in human history, because they are still mysterious in so many ways. It seems that over two thousand years of initiation for both men and women, young and old, rich and poor, no-one ever talked about what happened in the Rites.
This is almost impossible to believe, especially in an age of information and blogging. Most of the evidence for what actually occurred comes from archaeological digs and votive offerings. This in itself is very limited and the central rites are still a complete mystery. It seems that a person's chance to achieve life after death was dependent on keeping everything that happened a secret, so I suppose that could be a great incentive to keep it to yourself.
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Many years ago I had the idea of making a swan feather cloak using hessian as the base material and tying in feathers with invisible thread. I bought the hessian, the easy bit, and then wandered around trying to find swan feathers.
One Sunday we went to Windsor, where the Queen has lots of swans on the River Thames, and tried picking up feathers from the riverside and underneath the bridge. This was not a raging success, ending up with very few and becoming very muddy and damp in the process.
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