The Ice Queen

Why is it that some devious mothers find pleasure in mentally castrating their sons when they’re still boys, so it leaves them unable to acknowledge and recognise the difference between manipulation and unconditional acceptance later in life as adults? Why is it that these women choose their own ego over the wellbeing of their child and scar them for life instead?

The victims -of course- don’t realise most of the time that they’ve become a copy of the manipulative and destructive ways of what was supposed to be a good role model mum. She created a man with the -still attached- umbilical cord wrapped around his throat, ready to slowly suffocate him whenever she isn’t pleased with him…

She never needed words to show her disapproval of the other girls and women in her son’s life. She taught him instantly while he was still a baby; she would turn into the ice queen whenever he did something ‘wrong’. Her cold-hearted behaviour rubbed off well and over time all it would take was silence or a certain look to cause the guilt.

She created the perfect ‘Pavlov’s dog’ by changing a unique human being into nothing but a conditioned reflex, a mirror image of herself: unable to love, unable to feel, unable to commit, unable to be his true nature. He’s just a sad reflex consumed by extremes, money, lust, career and superficial and conditional behaviour towards those around him.

If he’s lucky, the boy will learn what is real one day, the moment the adult in him opens up to someone who represents the exact opposite of his superficial hag of a mum. Perhaps he’ll start to heal and learn to accept the new and unconditional, and steer clear of the unhealthy relationship and the damage it’s causing, it will be the finale of the worship.

Perhaps he will finally cut the cord and see through the evil deceiving scheme. She no longer will be able to provoke the guilt-ridden boy in him and he’ll be free from the chains, free to learn what real qualities are in life. And he’ll realise and learn that no amount of money will be able to compensate for what he’ll experience next and how disconnected he was from his true nature.

Farmer Market

I’ve been to Broadway Market with M. and W. a cute buzzing little farmer market in Hackney with a range of organic products and produce from soap to cheese to vegetables to cakes and crafts, fish, pasta and fresh baked wholegrain bread chock-full of seeds. It was busy when we got there but in a good way. I bought some really nice award winning mature Cheshire cheese some smoked cheese, coriander/garlic olives and a fresh chorizo sausage.

It was a beautiful day, the weather was amazing so we had lunch at the park. M. and W. gave me a gorgeous Royal Albert tea set, ‘Elfin’ from the 1950’s. Pastel green inside, a floral pattern on the outside and of course guilded rims, much nicer than the Noritake set. It’s original English which is what I initially wanted, it’s a really special gift! When I got home I baked a rosemary and garlic focaccia and had a delicious dinner with two different cheeses, chorizo and olives.

It was such a nice relaxing day!

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Broadway Market is a thriving and growing hub of community life, featuring fabulous restaurants, arts and crafts and local business. Traders and residents for over 15 years have fought to build this community and revive its market, and promote cafĂ© culture, specialist shopping and local business growth. The new market will be opening from 8am till 6pm with 40 stalls offering a varied selection of goods including [read more –>]:

* Organic rare breed pork/veal/venison

* Sea food and fresh fish

* Handmade cheese butter and butter milk

* Organic breads/cakes and pastries

* Health products

* USA street clothes

* Vintage clothing 50/60/70

* Along with a number of snack foods and health drinks

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1950’s ‘Elfin’, such a sweet and generous gift!

Fresh organic [apple] juices

Yummie cakes, bread and pastries

Healthy snacks on the right