I was delighted to be a guest on the ‘Cut the Crap’ podcast with Trey and Emily from Divine Provisions Co. With their tagline, WARNING: AN INTENTIONALLY HERETICAL PODCAST, you’ll know that it was right up my street! You can
31st October 2024 – 6:30 – 8 p.m. (GMT) On the eve of Samhain – also known as Halloween – I invite you to a gentle and sacred space where we will explore ritual, poetry, meditation, and nourishing somatic practices
I just published the first in the new bonus series for my podcast Fkd Up By Faith which I am calling ‘Unfkd’ Along with some guests, I will be examining and deconstructing theological ideas – the harmful, the misunderstood and
Join me on the eve of the Winter Solstice for an invitation to gentle solstice ritual, poetry, meditation and nourishing somatic enquiry to ease us into the season of deep rest
For every positive laugh, ‘micro-learning’ moment or adopted kitchen ‘hack’, there are countless utterly banal and pointless minutes and hours of ‘content’ passing through my swiping finger, and my dopamine-hungry brain. I am ashamed, and sadly, addicted.
And since I am already over the edge, why don’t we add having no running water into the joyful blend of Solstice cheer and Christmas preparations? Yes, why not?
Before I go any further, I should point out that, utterly bereft of any qualification to comment on the complex geopolitics of the region, my ‘opinion’ is that war – any war – is an appalling offense to our humanity.
Imbolc sends impulses to my dormant winter cells throughout January, simultaneously poking me to wake up…and urging me to wait. My yearly last-minute tax return – filed just in time for the Jan 31st deadline – shouldn’t be a surprise by now. Nor should it be a source of personal beratement. If I was a conspiracy theorist (and I am not) I might imagine it to be some sort of test: who can override their internal body clock enough to ‘succeed’ in the system?
Words dance in my head, occasionally assembling themselves into momentary coherences, only to scatter when I sit and open the laptop to write. Can I call myself a writer with such little commitment to giving the words time to properly
If you’ve loved and lost a dog you will know the pain of the days and weeks that follow. Everything is a reminder that my best friend is gone. His empty food bowl, his empty bed, dinner time, bedtime, walkies (I haven’t been on any kind of walk since)