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
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’
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
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
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.
The other day, when I heard it for the millionth time that I was too much of this, that or the other -"too depressive" in this case, a feature of my way of being that seems to stand out more than the other two-hundred-and-ninety-seven they might have noticed if they had paid any attention- I … Continue reading Not this time
I had mentally committed to weekly posts. A strategy to convince myself that I was entitled to a little time to write. A small but cosy space to just be, blurt out whatever, catch some of the thoughts flying about relentlessly. Last weekend it was impossible to scribble anywhere, not even on the scrapbook that … Continue reading Reframing