It’s a reposty kind of week because Time is a Thing which is apparently Limited (and I am not okay with this). Content warning: Robin Williams’ suicide; the Ferguson riots; animal captivity; the Stolen Generation; school-based trauma. Yep, it’s a light one. (I’ll Never Have Big Enough Arms To Hold) These Disparate Things Robin Williams […]
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I’m sitting upstairs in my new ‘office’ space, quiet piano music and rain sounds playing to block out the TV below and to help my son block out the sounds of his mind, because he’s having trouble getting to sleep lately (aren’t we all? I slept through the night last night and it felt like
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A repost, because apparently I needed it this week. Thanks, Past!Amy. Thanks. From 16 March 2015. There are days when you just want to wash your hands and quit humanity. You know the kind. Maybe someone (or a whole host of someones) was rude to you; maybe people were petty or spiteful or jealous or
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I’m back from two weeks away essentially without internet, and I need to talk about that. But first, I’ll do that thing that I ‘should’ do, which is announce that How To Create Cultures is now out and available everywhere in ebook – print release has stuck to the original date of the 17th, so
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Found this on a stumble through the archives, and it felt timely to repost. Go on. Be rebellious. You know you want to 😉 Modern Western consumer culture particularly sets us up to be in competition with each other – as men, as women, as non-binaries, as teens, as adults, in the workplace, in comparing
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I wrote the below post back in November last year, but I couldn’t bring myself to post it at the time. It felt too much like screaming into the void, and it hurt, and I hurt, and everything was just too much. I found the post this past weekend, when I was trawling through my
There are days when I want to crawl into a corner and cry because of the atrocities that are committed daily, hourly, minutely in the name of ‘humanity’. This world is just so broken, and I am just so little. It’s frustrating, and heart-breaking, and soul-destroying if I allow myself to forget the starfish –
