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Leonora Oppenheim

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“Delicate is not a word I’d use to describe my

“Delicate is not a word I’d use to describe my mother’s hands. They were large, strong and capable of many things, such as making the finest pastry, digging the soil, or rubbing my back. Like her they were full of life and full of love.

I can see her hands now, covered in flour rolling out pastry on the kitchen counter-top. I can picture her gripping the heavy wheelbarrow as she rolls it down to the compost heap at the end of the garden. I can feel the feather light touch of her broad fingers on my back as a small child, soothing me to sleep when my mind was racing.”
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I wrote a new essay about gardening, grief, and growth to mark the tenth anniversary of my mum’s passing. It’s called ‘My mother’s hands’. You can find it here: leonora-o.medium.com. #gardening #grief #growth #soilhealth #guthealth #microbiome

‘Signs of growth’, watercolour on paper, April

‘Signs of growth’, watercolour on paper, April 2021. Have just sent out my May newsletter with this new drawing. This is the second edition of my art gifting experiment. Thanks to everyone who put their names in the draw last month and to those who bought a print. It was a joy to see you all in my inbox 😀👋 Sign up at the link in my bio to enter this month’s draw to win ‘Signs of growth’ and/or buy a limited edition print☝️☝️☝️#LEOonpaper #watercolour #drawing #colourstudy #springgreens

Woodland memory. Finding connections between my se

Woodland memory. Finding connections between my senses. Been writing a new essay today about my mother’s hands, the gut microbiome, and connecting with the soil. It’s in my May newsletter going out tomorrow, along with a new drawing to give away to one lucky person. Sign up at the link in my bio to enter your name in the draw. #LEOonpaper #Somerset #woodland #memory #sensoryperception

“I hear the barking dogs and I feel the goosebum

“I hear the barking dogs and I feel the goosebumps rise on my skin. I’m frozen in fear for just a second, wondering how close they might be. Then I move quickly, pulling my vest up around my torso and lunging for my jacket hanging on a nearby branch. I turn around and can just about make out a group of walkers further down the path. I laugh to myself and feel grateful to those dogs for warning me of the imminent intrusion.”
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I wrote a new essay about moving to the countryside and my hazardous attempts to get closer to nature. You can read the full adventure over at leonora-o.medium.com and/or sign up to the newsletter in my bio 👆👆👆 #embodiedpractice #citygirl #countrylife #tryingtoblendin #somerset

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