low:
woke up late looking like I’d had a perm, having tried to layer my hair with a pair of nail scissors in the middle of the night
high:
opened the blind to discover the monolithic scaffolding which has eclipsed my front view, and tortured me with daily construction noise for the past 6 MONTHS, has vanished
low:
forced to skip my morning coffee-jazz-yoga routine to attend my first ever pandem bullshi*t Zoom meeting
high:
successfully joined my first ever pandem bullsh*t Zoom meeting!
low: disappointed to discover it was hosted by a used car salesman who wasn’t disguised as…
Knowing I love pancakes, a friend messaged me on Shrove Tuesday and asked: are you having pancakes? I blithely replied: every day is pancake day. Another friend messaged me today, and, knowing I love margharitas, said: btw tomorrow is National Margharita Day! I blithely replied: are they making this shit up now?
This new onus, since the pandemic began, on marking seasonal rituals and ‘special days’ is becoming extremely irksome. I get it, we’re all clutching at straws, trying to make something out of nothing, trying to find little things to look forward to… International Women’s Day, Spring, Easter, Mother’s…
now here we go again
we say we want our freedom
and who are you to keep us down
it isn’t right that you should
pave the way you see it
so listen carefully to the sound
of our loneliness
as lockdown drives us mad
in the stillness of remembering
what we had
and what we’ve lost
and what we have
oh blizzards only happen when it’s snowing;
rulers only reap what they are sowing
Winters they will come and they will go;
when the plague washes you clean, you’ll know
now here we go again, we see no crystal…
low:
spent most of the weekend in bed with an ear cyst googling ‘ear covid’
high:
extended my feminist dating app parameters to ‘whole country’ and scored a tonne of new suitors
low:
spent an hour trying to meditate whilst screaming at inane youtube ads
high:
emptied the recycling
low:
bumped into my neighbour and blatantly lied in response to the obligatory: ‘what did you do this weekend?’with a series of spiffy tales which in NO WAY reflect my current heroine-addict type gait
high: an ‘avid explorer’ called Pablo sent me pictures of exotic beaches and still intact polar ice…
Dear old man,
Today I went to the river. I’ll feed the swans or geese or ducks, I thought; they’re probably hungry. So, I packed a little back pack full of stale bread rolls, retrieved my bike from under its rain tarpaulin and off I went.
The morning had not gone well: mild hangover, 2 rounds of wobbly ashtanga, some misanthropic messaging, and a failed attempt at metta bhavana meditation.
If you don’t already know, metta bhavana is a high-end term for loving kindess, which I often resort to when I’m in a foul mood. The idea is that by…
In the silence of your room
In the darkness of your dreams
You must only think of me
There can be no inbetween
When your pride is on the floor
I’ll make you beg for more
~ Shakespeare’s Sister
The internet is saturated with information on narcissism, so this article is not for the narcs, it’s for the empaths.
If you’re suffering from narcissistic abuse, you may have already come across such toxic labels as: gaslighting, stonewalling, love-bombing, devaluation, and triangulation. {If not, then I refer you to H.G. …
Rejection is God’s Protection…the person was not right for you, now the door is open for someone else much better to come into your life.
― Pamela Cummins
Anyone who’s ever experienced romantic rejection knows full well just how soul-crushing, humiliating, and destabilising it can be. It takes courage, strength, and grit to put yourself back together and re-establish confidence after someone’s given you the heave-ho.
If you’re a highly sensitive person, rejection wounds can cut very deeply, and take longer to heal. …
You can please some of the people all of the time, you can please all of the people some of the time, but you can’t please all the people all of the time — Abraham Lincoln
People pleasing sounds like it should be a good thing; an earnest pursuit; but actually it’s a behavioural kink formed in childhood, occurring when a child becomes overly compliant in meeting their parent’s needs, in order to gain love, approval, and acceptance.
In other words, the need to please is borne out of insecurity, low self-esteem, and a desperate need to gain power, love…
You’re sitting on the terrace in one of the newly refurbished downstairs rooms at Green Palace listening to Russell Brand spar with Ruby Wax about mental health, amygdala brain impulses, adrenal burn out and all manner of what-have-you.
A flask of boiled water sits beside your frugal breakfast; you’ve taken three doses of Ayurvedic medicine and half meditated.
Your life, as you know it, is OVER.
You strongly suspect that returning broken to the epicentre of North Cliff — the Love Island of India, once upon a time populated by beautiful yoginis, surf heads, and drifters, now sadly replaced by…
“Mother doesn’t like me playing Beethoven. She says I’m always peevish afterwards.”