Weller's response reminds me of an old Norwegian saying, a way of responding to "How are you?" when it's so much more complicated. The full response translates to "Up, and not crying."
Aha. So it wasn't just me who felt a bit…stuck at the Solstice. (It’s rarely just me, but I realised I don't have the same outlets and ways to check in with people these days!) There was a definite difference to the darkness this year. Most years I adapt with a bit of a grump, but this year - or should I say last year? - I was. so. ready. My inner critter wants only to nest and sleep, and dream under blankets while the rain and dark and cold stalk around my cosy burrow. My exhaustion feels overwhelming, but oddly, entirely justifiable.
My word for 2026 is Surrender. I thought I couldn't possibly hold it, but have just been told that it will be six months plus for the hysterectomy that I’ve been recommended and very much want, so Surrender it is. I suspect that it's too closely related to Patience for us to be close friends, but perhaps it's the year to get in touch with those ideas that have been tapping us on the shoulder for so long now…
Happy New Year, Jo. It's so good to know you're out there, doing your thing. It's always a pleasure to meet you in my inbox. X
Aah, your posts are like a soft exhale. Thank you. And the way you describe Instagram is how I have been using it for years. It's still my favorite platform for visual storytelling and microblogging, and most of the accounts I follow are the same. More photos than reels (no song and dance from me!). I just need to remember to view my feed using the Follow feature. Let's be that farm, there are more of us than we maybe think. Happy new year, my friend. xo
Oh bollocks. I've longed for the IG of old and have tried to imagine I could just pretend that's how it is/was but...I can't recapture the feeling. My threshold for overstimulation appears to be on the floor these days. *sigh* The aging neurodivergent brain, or just me fed up to the tits with everything? I may never know. I'm trying the same with Old Skool blogging...though floundering with that, too. Still, it's either that or become the hermit I've always dreamed of being. xo ps. I now claim the title of educated squirrel -- the idea of me stashing books for my self is the most delightful thing I've heard of in a long while. I shall henceforth go on and forage! xo
Weller's response reminds me of an old Norwegian saying, a way of responding to "How are you?" when it's so much more complicated. The full response translates to "Up, and not crying."
Aha. So it wasn't just me who felt a bit…stuck at the Solstice. (It’s rarely just me, but I realised I don't have the same outlets and ways to check in with people these days!) There was a definite difference to the darkness this year. Most years I adapt with a bit of a grump, but this year - or should I say last year? - I was. so. ready. My inner critter wants only to nest and sleep, and dream under blankets while the rain and dark and cold stalk around my cosy burrow. My exhaustion feels overwhelming, but oddly, entirely justifiable.
My word for 2026 is Surrender. I thought I couldn't possibly hold it, but have just been told that it will be six months plus for the hysterectomy that I’ve been recommended and very much want, so Surrender it is. I suspect that it's too closely related to Patience for us to be close friends, but perhaps it's the year to get in touch with those ideas that have been tapping us on the shoulder for so long now…
Happy New Year, Jo. It's so good to know you're out there, doing your thing. It's always a pleasure to meet you in my inbox. X
Ah there she is. Lovely to hear from you, but sorry about the six months' wait. Hopefully these darker months allow you to really take it slow.x
Aah, your posts are like a soft exhale. Thank you. And the way you describe Instagram is how I have been using it for years. It's still my favorite platform for visual storytelling and microblogging, and most of the accounts I follow are the same. More photos than reels (no song and dance from me!). I just need to remember to view my feed using the Follow feature. Let's be that farm, there are more of us than we maybe think. Happy new year, my friend. xo
And to you, Kerstin. Always leading the way ❤️
Here's me trying to understand what social media is for and dammit, you just told me. Thanks x
Ah, the student becomes the teacher 🤣
Oh bollocks. I've longed for the IG of old and have tried to imagine I could just pretend that's how it is/was but...I can't recapture the feeling. My threshold for overstimulation appears to be on the floor these days. *sigh* The aging neurodivergent brain, or just me fed up to the tits with everything? I may never know. I'm trying the same with Old Skool blogging...though floundering with that, too. Still, it's either that or become the hermit I've always dreamed of being. xo ps. I now claim the title of educated squirrel -- the idea of me stashing books for my self is the most delightful thing I've heard of in a long while. I shall henceforth go on and forage! xo
We should start a club. That buys books and doesn't read them together.
I could totally thrive in that kind of book club.
I desperately miss the old instagram too 💔 thank you for this 💗
Maybe we can just bring it back with stubbornness? Worth a try.