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The Blind Singer

I watched ‘The Voice’ when little Rachael Leahcar took the stage. She sang a gorgeous rendition of La Vie En Rose, and brought all four judges around. Delta teared up and enjoyed every moment. I was determined not to cry, but it made the lump in my throat bigger and bigger! I finally relented, and let the tears fall – they didn’t stay there; I scooped them up with a tissue asap. :)I couldn’t believe it. I was crying at a cheesy reality show. I was doing exactly what the producers wanted me to do. I bowed my head and accepted defeat.

But there was something about that girl. Not just her voice, but her personality.

The judges smothered her with praise for her ‘angelic’ and ‘innocent’ soul and aura. I kind of zoned out at that stage, but those comments resonated with me when I realised that the judges were completely right. What touched me was her innocence. The way she looked shocked when they said that she had overwhelmed them with her grace and poise. She looked even more shocked when they raved about her voice. She knew her gift, but was was genuinely amazed at their generous response. Even her walk was humble. She couldn’t see much in front of her, but each step she took was small, definite, and quiet. She didn’t ask much of life. She didn’t ask much of the judges. She didn’t have her hopes up in front of her – making her vulnerable to criticism. She knew what would be, would be.

It’s been a long time since I’ve seen someone like that.

It got me a-thinking (as most things do). Why was it so refreshing to see a singer with that gentle, humble, innocent, quiet soul oozing from a little body? Well. Because we just don’t see it often.

In this quick-fix, go-get-em, convenient, noisy, busy, consumerism world, people like little Rachael  (and I hate to say this) just don’t stay that way. We are told to grow up, toughen up, be clear, to get it done. Get it done, get it done, get it done. At all costs. And we do, we get it done. We are forced to choose what we want to do with the rest of our lives, and forced to run after it. If we start to fall short, we are told to worry, to get uptight, suspicious and sneaky. There’s not much trust in fate, or God or destiny.

And so seeing Rachael fill the stage with her kind, quiet, peaceful spirit sent me a little reminder through the TV. Stay young. Stay naive. Take risks, but don’t let the fear of failure change us. Take a minute to reassess what’s important. Is it so important to make everything happen ourselves? Could we just let things happen, and let the chips fall where they may?

Something to consider….

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Soup, Soup, Soup

I made a tasty cauliflower, sweet potato, leek and cheese mash for my 8 month old son a couple of weeks ago. The smell was tremendous, so I had a taste – delicious!

We’ve now injected a healthy serving of steaming soup into our diet. Here’s some amazing recipes that I want to try this week!

Middle Eastern-style lentil and spinach soup

Carrot and chickpea soup

Asian chicken, corn and noodle soup

Lentil, barley and mushroom soup


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Hello world!

Wow. Hello. Is anyone out there? Is anyone reading this? I can almost hear my words echo!

It’s funny how the internet can seem congested with viewers, readers and opinions, but also a quiet, eerie,  and echoing place.

I’ll remember my manners and introduce myself. My name is Naomi Joy Pearce. ‘Joy’ because my Dad was joyfully singing in the shower the morning I was born – although I do wonder if that’s a cover-up for the fact that they were searching for something that goes with ‘Naomi’. ‘Pearce’ is my husband’s name. I always thought I would hyphen….until I met my husband.  ‘Naomi Prince-Pearce’ would be too much of a mouthful.

I’m married to the man who is my number 1 fan. He makes me happy. I have a kind of expensive taste. Except for food, mouthwash and loo paper. I like driving small cars. My favourite colour to wear is white. My favourite colour to look at is pink, white…..and beige. I love any kind of cake or ice-cream, although I’m not eating a lot of that at the moment!

The crispness of winter inspires me. I love photos. Paullina Simons writes the way I would like to one day. I prefer to let my hair air-dry, although I always feel guilty when I do. I  found out recently that I hate wearing nail polish. I love dogs, but don’t like walking them. It makes me happy there are still decent trees around. I love a bargain – in anything. And……

Something magical happened to me last year.

I had a little baby. He changed my life. He opened up my heart, and I suddenly realised that I had been a mother all my life. I love to talk about him, share pictures of him, and generally rave like a proud mamma.

Now you know about me, but if I left anything out, please ask!


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