Breaking point 3
We two rest and heal
do not very much
let nature do her thing to knit and mend
to let sleep balm and soothe.
Oh that I could wish the same for all those souls.
But for all … Read more
It wasn’t winter
I have realised,
that it wasn’t winter that made me miserable and maudlin
It was my work,
the ruled, clock time,
leaving me night.
I have maligned winter,
curled up and wished for spring.
But I have wronged her,
for there is beauty in … Read more
I have a lot of online essays to mark in the next two weeks and that involves a whole lot of sitting still. Except I can’t. Because my wrist hurts, my back aches and my shoulders get stiff and so I walk, fidget, do yoga, and hug the cat who doesn’t want to be hugged.… Read more
First they came for
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First they came for the socialists, and I did not speak out—because I was not a socialist.
Then they came for the trade unionists, and I did not speak out—because I was not a trade unionist.
Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out—because I was not a Jew.
We’ve got the power
What a week in politics.
And they are still not talking about climate change, inequality and poverty, the things that will make or unmake stability. We didn’t hear enough about the Iranian women standing up against the hijab or how intergenerational inequality mean our children may never be able to afford their own homes, whether … Read more
Autumn snuggling down
I used to hate the dark wintering months, wetting and chilling us as they shorten the days and steal the summer’s light. But now I notice a sense of relief. Relief that I can rest, be still, sit with the cat warming my legs as I dive between pages of my teetering reading pile.
Wood … Read more