Sometimes you really feel like throwing everything in the bin. The silly tailor-made cookie cutters, the sketching pencils, the instagram account, the writing pad, the training mats. You put little pegs in this vertical rock face you find yourself climbing with great effort. Tiny little anchors of connection and good will that you use to … Continue reading Ontologies
“Felicia, where the f*ck are we?”
I have been waiting to write this for about a month. My less-than-competent theatre reviews are the posts I have the most fun with. So, when I went to see a preview of the stage version of Priscilla Queen of the desert a month ago, I knew I had to see it again before I … Continue reading “Felicia, where the f*ck are we?”
Degrees of impossible
I did a number of things this summer which really felt impossible. They mostly had to do with being a solomama. They had to do with finding responsibility overwhelming and practical management of life with really full-on little people totally out of my -rather good, actually- coping skills. A couple of weeks ago, in a … Continue reading Degrees of impossible
Sempre libera
Felicia stands on top of Priscilla, the queen bus sailing through the desert. A silver frock and eyelashes to die for. Violetta sings through her and the back of my neck tingles. I become the walls of the Orchard theatre, the red rocks of the Australian outback, the dust under the blue sky. I am … Continue reading Sempre libera
Signposting
Blimey. I took a few blows today. A rather poor interaction with a healthcare professional that left me baffled and took me a while to shake off, and a rather poor interaction with the powers of academic journal publishing. This is after a pretty little project I had tended to like a miniature sculpture that … Continue reading Signposting
The micro-niceness of strangers
We talk a lot about how to help people struggling with mental and emotional distress. We talk about friends and social networks. About support services and accelerated access. We know all these things are important and need strengthening. We also know, or at least should know, that people experiencing distress and the intensity of not … Continue reading The micro-niceness of strangers
‘In progress’
I suspect this is going to be one of those flood, 'intense' posts that make no sense no matter how hard you try. Still. Last night I went to see Nick Hayes performing solo in that cosy little gem that is the Crazy Coqs at Zedel and my heart is so full it's going to … Continue reading ‘In progress’
Glitter rooms
The other night I watched Kathrine Ryan's Glitter Room netflix special. It was the first genuinely funny, uplifting, and witty take on single parenting I've come across so far. It didn't help with the wave of anxiety that has taken over this week (you see, I get thrown off balance when I'm lied to in … Continue reading Glitter rooms
Shugyo
Today is when we see whether you really work. Today I take a hit again, a nice gift of meanness that hurts sharp and neat, that undermines and makes one quiver. So now you, beloved curtain, will have to embrace and pulverise this rage somehow. And on my way to find you, we'll see if … Continue reading Shugyo
Chama eu, Angola, chama eu.
Roda de capoeira hosted by Menino Quem Foi Seu Mestre group, June 2019 When I thought all my meaningful social life was really encased in my phone, occasionally spilling over to my laptop for longer emails requiring both hands to compose properly, I was made to realise that people of flesh and bones are not … Continue reading Chama eu, Angola, chama eu.
#JustStoppedCaring 