Tag: postcard blogging
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52and40/40 No Brief Candle
Burning out and burning bright, my family’s in a Change Rocket, hurtling through spacetime, much outside too blurred to see. I’ve known for years that when the kids started talking futures I’d have to already be in my next chapter, lest I helicopter-parent or self-destruct. I’ve also seen as the kids mature they need, more than…
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52and40/39 Method in the Madness
I’ve been unitasking. I like that this sounds like unicycling but actually involves zero circus fuckery. Unitasking’s simply doing one thing at a time. I can multitask but I make mistakes, get stressed and then there’s frustration about rushing or being a bitch to myself or some poor bystander along the way. So, no more…
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52and40/38 Habit Forming
I read thirteen books this year. I’m happy about re-establishing reading after years of total drought. Some say it takes twenty-one days to form a habit. It’s taken me nearer twenty one months. At first my concentration was so poor I had to read every paragraph repeatedly, forcing myself to put down my phone for twenty…
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52and40/37 White Noise
I love the odd day in Glasgow. As familiarity grows, I’m beginning to link the city up with maps, memories, family folklore and reference points in the past, present and future. I like the break from Edinburgh’s tourism too, when I’m off west. Interactions with people and the pavement feel markedly more real and more easily…
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52and40/36 ‘Tis The Season
My mental health’s gone off kilter recently. As a health-conscious veteran of PMDD, postnatal and antenatal depressions, I know when my neurochemistry’s recalibrated in an unhelpful direction. I’m lucky SSRIs work well for me and I feel positive, mainly, about medical interventions. I like my life in full, balanced colour. So, while the palette reloads, I’m taking…
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52and40/35 The Four Temperaments
Have you heard of The Four Temperaments? I hadn’t, till a tree in Dreghorn Woods put me onto them. Apparently they’re the oldest understanding of personality categorising, split into four types, that we humans wrote down and kinda understood. Throughout history we seem to have dealt less with nuance than we’re open to now. I took…
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52and40/33 Feel The Burn
How is it October? And 2017? And, bloody hell, I’m 41. Anxiety’s a tide inside my flesh. What if I don’t have time to do it all, whatever else ‘it’ might be? Then, eight hours later, zen. My five nights on Raasay were wonderful. Even the fall into a wide burn as if it were…
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52and40/27 Altered Images
I’ve been working on a new project called The Grantidote. Last week it took me west, to where I come from. The Grantidote’s centering women, pausing to understand how a woman’s wholeness is made up of fragments big and small, some chosen, others delivered by circumstance. The Grantidote’s about acknowledging the marks women leave on…
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52and40/26 Out of the Blue
My daughter tells me she learned at school there hasn’t been a May as dry as this in Scotland since before I was born in 1976. It seems we picked a lucky time for digging a new border in the garden and moving plants around to fill it up. It’s become habit, to go out between…
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52and40/25 Regenerative Circuits
The hardest bit of writing for me isn’t finding ideas or receiving rejections. Both of those are plentiful for me at this stage. Both of those are great teachers too – to be appreciated and understood just as the nice, easy bits are. For me, the hardest bit’s waiting for feedback. The no-woman’s land of yay or nay.…
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